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TABLE OF CONTENTS
1 WHY WRITE?
GLOSSARY
PERMISSIONS
"Pale Spring" by Ian Clarke is reprinted by permission of the author. Originally appeared in The Laurel
Review.
"My Father as Houdini" by Mark Drew is reprinted by permission of the author. Originally appeared
in The Gettysburg Review.
"Building a New Home" by Tim Geiger is reprinted by permission of the author. Originally appeared
in Defined Providence.
"We Grow Accustomed to the Dark" by Kathleen Halme is reprinted by permission of the author.
Originally appeared in The Gettysburg Review.
"When" by Katherine Riegel is reprinted by permission of the author. Originally appeared in The River
King Poetry Supplement.
"The Waking" by Theodore Roethke is reprinted by permission of Doubleday, a division of Bantam
Doubleday Dell Publishing Group, Inc. Originally appeared in The Collected Poems of Theodore
Roethke.
"One Sunday Each Spring" by Margot Schilpp is reprinted by permission of the author. Originally
appeared in Connecticut Review.
1
WHY
WRITE?
Toward the end of autumn, early on a Saturday so sunny and blue that you can see for
miles through the crystal air, my wife Joan wakes and puts on her dirt-digging clothes:
an old sweatshirt, baggy jeans and sneakers that have seen better days. She dons a pair
of sturdy work gloves, grabs a trowel and out the door she goes to plant bulbs on one
of the season's last perfect days. Crocus, muscari, tulip, daffodil and hyacinth—she
digs, fertilizes, sets them in and covers them up. She plants a hundred bulbs or more,
digging earth up and patting it down. A few weeks later, the northern wind blows in
with its quick freeze. Snow follows. Throughout the winter, she waits, cultivating
patience. The days are short, the nights are long, and the snow piles up.
Then the days lengthen. The weather turns, the snow begins its slow melt, and
spring arrives. Joan dons her dirt-digging clothes again and goes out to plant the year's
annuals—petunia, moss rose, geranium and salvia. She plants perennials, too—
cornflower, red-hot poker, foxglove, delphinium and her favorite lilies, daylily,
Asiatic and trumpet. It takes time. Our soil is rugged, rock and clay making for rough
digging. And we have eight flower beds on our small lot—eight so far, that is. It takes
much of a Saturday and a Sunday, and the following weekend, and the weekend
following that. But the rewards are worth the effort. From March through October,
Joan's flower beds burst and dazzle. They flare with hues across the spectrum, the
vibrant and subtle alike.
I can barely water houseplants, but gardening is one of Joan's talents, and perhaps a
gift. She takes her gardening seriously, too, although you'd wonder. She receives so
much pleasure from planting and tending her flowers that her efforts don't seem much
like labor. Her labor and her pleasure are married in her achievements. I step
outside—front door, side or back, it doesn't matter—and see our yard in bloom, and I
know that Joan has made an art of gardening.
That's the key: making art of what you do.
Joan's mother gardens, too, and Joan's youngest brother is an organic farmer. My
mother practices arts and crafts, and my eldest sister is a professional painter who
restores old Victorian homes to their original glory. It amazes me that all of these
people are, in their own ways, artists. But it shouldn't amaze me. Creativity finds ways
to express itself. It happens every day. My neighbors are artists, too: chefs and
mechanics, teachers and preachers, dentists and woodworkers. They all create, fashion
and make art of what they do. The urge to create spurs us on. The ways to express it
are varied and numerous.
Poetry is the way I've chosen, or perhaps poetry chose me. I suspect the latter. I
began writing poetry in my early teens. I didn't know it then, but poetry was helping
me think through the conflicting emotions that accompany growing up. It helped me
survive my first full-blown, ill-fated romance. Later, poetry even helped me marry
Joan. Now I write to think through the conflicting emotions that come from having
grown up. Poetry, like life, is an ongoing process.
Against my mother's advice, I studied literature in college—but only after trying
economics, business, accounting, journalism and several other "sensible" areas of
study. Through all of my educational misadventures, I found myself making time to
write poems, an evening here, a morning there. I wrote poems—and read them—
because I felt compelled to. Mostly I wrote bad poems, a great many bad poems, but
that was very much a part of learning to write better poems. I studied poetry; I read
poems every day. I wrote bad poems and then better poems. I studied more. I wrote
more.
Since then, I've taught poetry writing to students in elementary, junior high and high
schools, and in the university. I also spent seven years as an editor with a literary
magazine, The Gettysburg Review. Even if all that weren't so, I'd still be writing and
reading poems. I stare at a blank sheet of paper, wrack my brain and, finally, put
words on the page. Sometimes, after much scribbling and crossing out and scribbling
again, the words become a poem. Sometimes they don't. Regardless, I'm back at it the
next day. There's something inside that insists on getting out. It's a thought, a pang, an
elation, a question. It gets into me. It rattles around. It navigates the pathways between
my head and heart. It poses a what if? It asks what then?
Why write? Because you feel this drive, impulse, force, passion. Because you think,
feel, imagine and are compelled to craft the language, thus giving form to thought,
emotion and imagination. William Shakespeare describes the passion in his play A
Midsummer Night's Dream:
The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven;
And as imagination bodies forth
The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.
You feel it, too, the urge to imagine and invent, to put words on the page, to make
poems. Because this urge has you, welcome. Welcome to poetry.
What to Expect
You may wonder if there's a sensible way of writing poems. Yes—and no. By that, I
mean it depends. Samuel Johnson, the eighteenth-century English writer and critic,
said, "Poetry is the art of uniting pleasure with truth, by calling imagination to the
help of reason." On the one hand you have imagination, and on the other you have
reason. Poetry is an odd combination of the two, and they don't go easily together,
which means there's no sure-shot, 1-2-3 system for writing poems. But whether the
making of poems is sensible or not, yes, you can learn to write poems.
What distinguishes one kind of creativity, one art from another is knowledge of the
subject. Well, knowledge and practice. Poetry takes a lot of practice. Even established
poets practice to hone their skills. But practice is not always work; sometimes it's
play. Work and play are both valuable, and both lead to good poems.
That's where this book comes in. It's designed for those who feel the urge to write
poetry, but haven't had the formal training and practical experience. This book will
provide a bit of both. In that sense, it will also benefit those who are already writing
poems and wish to revisit their early lessons in the craft. It's a place to begin, or begin
again.
Remember that this is a beginning, a jumping-off spot. There will always be more
to learn, just as there will always be more poems to write. There's more to poetry than
any one book can contain or any one teacher can teach. But this beginning will help
you on your way to writing poems you can take pride in, poems that make your
readers think and feel.
For my part, I'll offer practical advice. And because poetry isn't a wholly practical
endeavor, I'll offer impractical advice, too. The craft of poetry, its rhythms and
rhymes, has much to do with the practical. You can acquire the craft of poetry. You
can learn about similes and metaphors (we'll cover those figures of speech in
chapter six). You can learn to dance along an iambic pentameter line and to vary it on
occasion by stepping into a trochee (chapter six). You can learn the intricacies
of rhyme schemes andsonnets (chapter eight).
These topics appear in an order that will allow you to develop your skills and build
on them. We begin with the nature of words themselves, go on to such aspects of
poetry as figures of speech, rhyme and meter, and come out with poetic forms and
free verse. While I discuss these aspects one at a time, they don't work their magic one
at a time. They're all in play simultaneously. Poems are busy places.
Practice will help you write better poems. Throughout this book, you'll find practice
sessions to engage you and hone your skills. Take your time with the sessions. Some
even call for several days of writing. Don't think of these writings as finished poems,
but as starting places. They're drafts of poems-to-be. Keep them together in a folder or
write them in the pages of a notebook. You'll be generating words, ideas and emotions
that may blossom into poems later. Feel free to repeat any (or perhaps all) of these
exercises. Add to them if you like. To be a poet, you need to write; these practice
sessions will get you going.
I'll also present poems for you to read, some old and some new, and recommend
other poems and poets for you to read. You can learn a great deal about writing from
reading poems. I encourage you to read deeply and widely, because in addition to its
pleasure, reading is a way to see what can be done with words. Poems I've read in
various books and literary magazines have been among my best teachers. I read and
learn from them. When I'm ready to learn more, I read them again.
Here, for example, is a poem I admire and read several times a year, a poem of
loneliness and love, written around 1530 by an unknown poet:
WESTERN WIND
Western wind, when wilt thou blow,
The small rain down can rain?
Christ, if my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!
This is an old poem and its syntax is slightly different from what you're used to. Read
the second line as "so that the small rain down can rain." The speaker of the poem (in
this case a first-person speaker, the I) asks the wind to blow in a storm so the sky will
release its rain and, in a sense, cry. The drops of rain become tears, a further
expression of the speaker's loneliness. (This is an instance of imagery, which we'll
cover in chapter four.) "Western Wind" is a simple poem, and its emotional power
resides precisely in its simplicity, in its direct statement of desire: "Christ, if my love
were in my arms, / And I in my bed again!" One thing "Western Wind" has taught me
is that while poems often work subtly, through implication, an artfully rendered direct
statement can provide or intensify a poem's intellectual and emotional power.
We'll also look into some of the intangibles of poetry: whimsy, sounds and echoes,
sense and nonsense, poetic questioning. The art of poetry is more than the craft of
poetry. The art of poetry depends on the poet's ability to see and hear clearly what
others do not, to say precisely what others haven't the language to say themselves—
sometimes offering answers, always posing questions. These intangibles are the
impractical and absolutely necessary aspects of poetry. They're part of the curiosity
and questing intelligence of the poet.
It's better to have more questions than answers, because poetry thrives on the
uncertain. It savors exploration. It lives on discovery. Poets rarely write because they
know what they want to say. Rather, they write to discover the words that must be
said. If you do this, if you set out to explore, you'll discover the words you have to
say. In that discovery, you'll create poems. With practice, much writing and revision,
you'll create the poems that only you can. As a poet, you have a responsibility, to
yourself and to the readers of your poems, to make each poem as good as it can be.
Revision, the spit and polish of poetry, is the process through which you make art of
your first writings.
But that comes later. We're at the beginning now. There's more to come: knowledge
and practice, reading and writing, the poems you have in you now and those that will
follow. Exploration beckons. Discoveries await. Welcome to this grand adventure.
Again, welcome to poetry.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Describe a photograph, preferably an old photograph. Describe what appears within the framed scene.
Describe the day the photo was taken. Describe what's just outside the framed scene. Describe what the
photographer was thinking. What did the photographer want to preserve by taking this photograph?
2. Write down a dream. Don't try to make sense of it. Instead, describe it in as much detail as you can.
What aspects of the dream are most vivid? What aspects interest you most?
3. Explain why the chicken crossed the road. What did it leave? What did it cross to? What was the
chicken thinking? Did it have ulterior motives for crossing the road? What other factors contributed to
the chicken's decision? Make up the rationales as you go.
4. Write without pause for ten minutes, beginning with the phrase It was the best. . .. Don't pause to think
about what to write. Don't worry about making sense. Write as quickly as you can. Write everything
that comes to mind.
5. Select five words at random from a dictionary. Write a draft of a poem using all five words. Include a
kangaroo in the draft. Remember, don't think of this writing as a poem; it's a draft, a place to start.
Later, you may decide to return to it. For now, just write.
2
SHARPENING
THE PENCIL
When I was a student, the university brought in established poets several times a year
to read their poems and talk with students about writing. We asked about the process
of writing. We wanted to know what exactly a poem is, where the poets wrote, with
pencil or pen? Whether they wrote in the morning or evening—every day? Where did
they find their subjects? What did they do to become poets? What does it take? The
responses to these questions were similar from poet to poet. Different poets keep
different habits, but the process of writing is basically the same. Poets become poets
by writing poems.
What a Poem Is
Robert Frost, the quintessential American poet, said that a poem "begins in delight
and ends in wisdom." That isn't a practical description of poetry, but then poetry isn't
a wholly practical endeavor. Frost's definition is the truest I know. If a poem doesn't
delight its reader, if it doesn't inspire an oh or an ah, the reader sets it aside and it
collects dust. If the reader isn't in some way wiser for and enriched by reading a
poem, the poem has been mere entertainment. For that we have television, movies,
music, comic strips and numerous other pastimes. (But, of course, poems do entertain,
too.)
So what is a poem? It's something that needs to be said, and said in a way that
captures the reader's attention.
A poem expresses an idea, emotion, experience or all three. It tells a story. It
portrays a character. It describes a scene. It sings a song. It relates a conflict. It
meditates on a walk through the woods, late in the afternoon of a brisk autumn day, as
maple and oak leaves come loose in the wind and twirl down into the rustling brush.
A poem does any of these, all of these, or something completely different. The
question is, what does the poet want the poem to do? Or, rather, what does the poem
want the poet to do? Poems work that way; they take off on their own, and the poet
has to keep up with them.
Mainly, a poem is an artistic expression of the imagination that takes place in
language. Even when it relates an actual event—waking to birdsong, cooking lunch,
gardening or changing the oil in your car—a poem is always an artistic expression
created in words. The language is more important than the event it relates. It is the
medium of the art. Words are the bricks that build the house; just as a house is built
brick by brick, a poem is built word by word. So even when writing a poem about an
actual event, the poet filters the event through imagination and re-creates it in words.
The event does not make the poem; language makes the poem, and imagination crafts
the language. In essence, the poet translates the event into language, and the reader
experiences the translation as an event-in-words. Through study and practice, the poet
learns to craft the language so any event, even the most mundane, takes on a new life.
It becomes an event worth experiencing through the art of poetry.
Poems are imagined onto the page, one word after another. The poet selects words
for their economy and resonance. Each word must be the best possible word—a word
that is absolutely necessary (economy) and echoes with meaning (resonance). (A great
many words in English have more than one meaning, and poets often select such
words to use their multiple meanings.) A poem, then, is imagination put concisely and
precisely into the most expressive language. The poet uses imagery, metaphor, sound
and rhythm (more on these in chapters four and six), and these aspects of poetry work
together.
The defining characteristic of poetry, as opposed to prose, is that poetry is written in
lines. Verse is another term for poetry. It comes from the Latin versus, which means
"a turning." A line of poetry doesn't stretch completely across the page. It turns back
before reaching the right-hand margin, and another line begins. Then again, some
poems have lines longer than the width of the page. Unlike prose, poetry doesn't
depend on the right-hand margin to determine the length of its lines. As with the
poet's selection of words, the placement of this line break is important. You'll read
more about line breaks in chapters six and eight, but for now, as you read poems,
notice the line breaks. Consider why the poet chose to turn the line there. Does the
line break stop you for a moment with punctuation (an end-stopped line)? Or does the
line turn in midphrase and lead you quickly on to the next line (an enjambed line)?
Like other specialized fields, poetry has its own terminology, its own lingo, that
describes the various aspects of a poem. If a carpenter calls for a saber saw, for
example, he doesn't want a reciprocating saw, circular saw or band saw. If a doctor
talks about a tibia, she doesn't mean a fibula, femur or patella. The terms may seem
troublesome at first, but poets use these terms to speak to each other precisely and
effectively about poetry. It's also simpler and more direct to say line break instead
of the place where the line turns.
My students in Introduction to Literature courses often thought of poems as puzzles
to be figured out. This common misunderstanding results from the very nature of
poetry, which is meant to be rich with meaning. With a good poem, you notice
something new each time you read it, just as you notice something new each time you
view a painting, watch a film or listen to music. Reading a poem for the second, fifth
or twentieth time, you notice a certain nuance, perceive a verb's double meaning or
hear the repetition of certain sounds. You see (and hear) the poem's intricacies. The
poem may be subtle and complex. It means what it says and says what it means.
So how should you begin? If you enlisted in the navy and didn't know how to swim,
the navy used to have a simple lesson (perhaps it still does): Heave ho, overboard you
go. Sink or swim. Learning what a poem is, and learning how to write poems, is
similar. Jump in. Immerse yourself. Float, dog-paddle and then swim. The more
you're in the water, the better you swim. The better you swim, the more you're in the
water. With poetry begin, say, by reading Shakespeare:
SONNET 18
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st;
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
This is a poem of complex metaphors, yet it's clear enough. The speaker compares
someone, the thee, favorably to a summer day. As summer turns to autumn, that
someone also ages and pales, but the speaker goes on to say in the final line that as
long as this, the poem, survives, that someone also survives. In lauding that person's
beauty, the poem keeps that person alive.
Reading poetry helps you understand for yourself what poetry is. What do you like?
What do you dislike? Read Shakespeare, his poems and plays. Read poems by John
Keats and William Butler Yeats, Percy Bysshe Shelley and Emily Dickinson, Robert
Frost and William Carlos Williams. Because you want to write good poems, aspire to
write as well as Shakespeare and these other masters. Decide that you'll make each of
your poems as perfect as you can. Set your standards high and don't settle for less. It
requires much practice and play, but your poems will be only as good as you expect
them to be. Expect much from them.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Read five poems you've never read before. Write down what you like and dislike about each poem.
Summarize them: What are their subjects, and what do they say about those subjects?
2. Repeat exercise one with five poems you love. Compare your notes. What similarities and differences
do you see?
Now take those abstractions in the second blank (joy, sorrow, etc.) and for each, list
several concrete nouns to fill in the first blank. Notice that changing one part of the
metaphor changes the entire metaphor. A teacup of wit is different from a garden of
wit and from a crankcase of wit.
This is practice, but it's also play. It's fooling around, with a purpose. When you
practice, you generate ideas. You experiment with the language, putting words—or
sometimes just sounds—together in ways that you otherwise wouldn't. You end up
writing lines and entire stanzas. You end up writing poems. You can practice
metaphors, iambic pentameter and imagery. You can practice such devices of sound
as alliteration (the repetition of initial consonant sounds, as in brown
bag), assonance (the repetition of vowel sounds, as in I rise) and rhyme (the repetition
of vowel and consonant sounds, as in night light). You can practice writing in the
voice of a particular persona (a character you create to speak the poem, such as the
coldhearted duke in Robert Browning's "My Last Duchess"). Work at these sessions.
Play at them. Fool around, with the purpose of honing your skills.
Poets need to practice, because they must feel comfortable with the language, the
words they use to create poems. Just as a chef practices with different spices, a
carpenter practices with tools, a basketball player practices the jump shot, hook shot,
layup and slam dunk, the poet practices writing to perfect the craft and to free the
imagination. The more you write, the better you write. William Stafford said, "A
writer is a person who enters into sustained relations with the language for experiment
and experience not available in any other way." Stafford's selection of the
word sustained is important. Writing poems is an ongoing endeavor. It's a way to
think and feel, to experiment and experience, to discover what you didn't know you
knew and felt. Practice, play and let these lead you to poems. Enjoy the work, so each
poem, as Robert Frost said, "begins in delight and ends in wisdom."
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Create metaphors in the "______ of ______" form. Write five versions of each of the following: a
sheen of ______, a blizzard of ______, a garden of ______, a cinder block of ______, a museum of
______. Repeat this exercise as you like.
2. Select one of your lists of abstractions and write five new versions with new concrete nouns. Repeat
this exercise as you like.
3
AN ASIDE:
ON READING
POETRY
Inscribed on the door of the library at ancient Thebes was this legend: "Medicine for
the soul." People came to read the plays and philosophic essays, the lyric and epic
poems. They came to learn and be entertained, to be informed and to think, to
experience the adventures and meditations housed there. Our situation hasn't changed
much over the past two millennia. We read for those reasons, and reading continues to
be a balm for our troubles and a wellspring of numerous pleasures. Medicine for the
soul, indeed.
As readers, we open a book not simply to lose ourselves in it. We are caught up and
carried away, but on a deeper level we become involved in experiences outside our
own. We take part in other lives. We live in other eras. We explore difficulties and
successes we'd never otherwise know. The written word gives us the thoughts,
emotions, aspirations and deeds that have created the weave and fabric of civilization.
It is our storehouse of knowledge and experience, through the ages and across
cultures. It makes us human, and it makes us humane.
As poets, we read poetry to be entertained, experience the pleasures of its music,
catch our breath at its drama and meditate on its reflections. We also read poetry to
learn the craft. Mary Oliver, a contemporary whose poems I admire, says that "to
write well it is entirely necessary to read widely and deeply. Good poems are the best
teachers." All poets have favorite authors who stir their hearts, enlighten their minds,
stimulate their imaginations and teach them more about the art of poetry. And this
knowledge comes in addition to the pleasures poems bring.
But whose poems should you read first? We have centuries of poets and poems. We
have thousands upon thousands of books. Begin with a favorite poet, with the poems
that interest you most. Begin with Shakespeare's sonnets, John Keats's odes, Walt
Whitman's lush poems about the heart of America, Emily Dickinson's tender, witty
poems. Venture further back in time and read the ancient Sumerian epic Gilgamesh,
the story of a king who lost his best friend to death and tried to return him to life.
Read Homer's epics, The Iliad and The Odyssey. Or read Beowulf. Begin with what
you want to read and let it lead you to other poets.
Poems have been some of my favorite teachers. I read and reread them. I read the
poems of the old masters and of such strikingly different contemporary poets as
Charles Wright, Rita Dove, Jorie Graham, Philip Levine, Donald Hall, Maxine
Kumin, Lucille Clifton and Robert Hass. They're poets whose work I enjoy and learn
from. As a reader, I delight in and admire their poems. As a poet, I study them. I read
their books, and I read the literary magazines in search of their latest poems. I also
seek out new poets whose poems will teach me more about the art of poetry.
Whatever can be taught by a poem, I'll try to learn it.
Where should you begin? Visit the library and check out several books of poems.
Visit a bookstore and browse through the selection of poetry. While you're there,
browse through the current literary magazines for the newest poems by contemporary
poets. Look at Black Warrior Review, The Georgia Review, The Gettysburg Review,
The Paris Review, Poetry, Poetry Northwest and Quarterly West. There are hundreds
of magazines that may interest you, and they offer a variety of poems by different
poets. A good bookstore will offer a dozen or more literary magazines and several
hundred books of poetry.
You may pick up a book of poems by e.e. cummings and in it see what strange,
wonderful things he does with the language, as in these opening lines of an untitled
poem:
my father moved through dooms of love
through sames of am through haves of give,
singing each morning out of each night
my father moved through depths of height
This is the poem's opening stanza (a group of lines distinct from other groups of lines;
in this case a quatrain, a four-line stanza). Untitled poems are generally known by
their first lines, so this poem is commonly called "my father moved through dooms of
love." It's an odd, difficult, beautiful poem, and it goes on like this for sixty-eight
lines, all in honor of his father. Despite the difficulty of these lines (Do they make
literal sense? Sort of, but not easily), you may notice the sounds these lines make,
their music. Read them aloud, several times. Notice the assonance in the first line, the
long o sounds in moved, through and dooms. Notice the slant rhyme (an imperfect
rhyme) in the final words of the first and second lines: love and give. Notice the true
rhyme (a perfect rhyme) in the final words in the third and fourth lines: night and
height.
You may also notice that these lines, with the exception of the third, are written in a
strict meter (a pattern of stressed and unstressed syllables; more on meter in
chapter six). The meter of "my father moved through dooms of love" is
iambic tetrameter (eight syllables of alternating unstressed and stressed syllables).
Here is the meter of the first line (the capital letters indicate the stressed syllables):
my FATH- / er MOVED / through DOOMS / of LOVE
The second and fourth lines have exactly the same pattern of meter:
through SAMES / of AM / through HAVES / of GIVE,
• • •
Despite its strange syntax, this is a formal poem, written in the long tradition of
formal verse. Its strength, however, is in the music it makes, all those words put oddly
together to make beautiful sounds.
When you become accustomed to the oddness of cummings's poems, you find that
they do make sense, just not in an everyday fashion. He didn't want his poems to
make sense in an everyday fashion; he wanted them to make sense in an innovative
fashion. Cummings's poems are unconventional because he wanted the reader to
experience the world in a new way, to see it with new eyes and hear it with new ears.
He wanted to surprise and delight the reader. If you like e.e. cummings's poems, go
back and read Emily Dickinson's poems and go on to read John Berryman's poems. If
you like John Berryman's poems, read John Ashbery's poems. One poet leads you to
another, and to another.
If you don't like a particular poet's work, that's OK. There's a degree of taste
involved in reading poems. Some poems won't appeal to you. Set those poems aside
and pick up others. Literary magazines are the best places to find a variety of poems.
You may pick up an issue of The River King Poetry Supplement, a magazine
published in Freeburg, Illinois, and in it find poems like this one by Katherine Riegel:
WHEN
in the morning a bird
rushes my window
it leaves a curious white swirl
on the glass, an outline
of its body, as though in the fright
and almost-death of the moment
part of its essence oozed out
never to be recovered.
If the soul
is a bird
tell it about glass,
that boundary
that looks imaginary.
The simple title "When" has an air of mystery: when what? The title invites you into
the poem to discover the answers. It also serves, essentially, as the first word of the
poem, so it begins When in the morning a bird. . .. The poem is written in free-verse
form (see chapter eight for more on form) and divided into four stanzas. Each of the
stanzas focuses on a single subject: the first with a bird almost flying into a window,
the second with another bird (or is it the same bird?) and its ruse to protect its nest, the
third with the speaker's aged dog, and the fourth with the proposition that the soul is
like a bird. Each of the stanzas addresses a different subject and is a complete thought,
but the last stanza, in its references to "a bird" and "glass" (the window), also harkens
back to the first. In a sense, the poem makes a circle. It goes from bird to killdeer to
dog to soul and back to bird.
While each stanza addresses a different subject, each addresses its subject in a
similar context. What the stanzas have in common, despite their different subjects, are
concerns with danger, death, life and protection. The bird doesn't hit the window. The
killdeer saves its young. Alex, the old dog, "growls a warning" not to cause it pain.
And in the last stanza, the speaker provides a warning about dangers we cannot tell
are there. The poem uses its several subjects for a singular effect. It recognizes the
dangers of everyday life and urges us to be safe and compassionate, for our sake and
the sake of others.
When you read poems, give your attention both to what they say and to how they
say it. Notice e.e. cummings's use of sound, assonance and rhyme, and of such formal
elements as meter and the quatrain stanza. Notice that Katherine Riegel writes in
stanzas as well, but unlike cummings's metric four-line stanzas, her stanzas are
dictated by units of thought (each stanza is a complete thought), and her lines vary
from two syllables in length to fourteen. While these two poems are vastly different,
you can learn from them equally. You can take what you see in them—in any poem—
and apply it to your own poems. You can write a poem in iambic tetrameter with
rhyme. You can write a poem that shifts from subject to subject and in the end returns
to its initial subject. Whatever happens in the poems you read can happen in your
poems.
In fact, when you find a poem that you especially enjoy, or a number of poems by
the same poet, read them thoroughly, attentively, and sit down for a practice session:
Imitate the unique style of that poet. "Before we can be poets," Mary Oliver said, "we
must practice; imitation is a very good way of investigating the real thing." Don't copy
poems, but don't be shy about imitating, either. Even the Welsh poet Dylan Thomas
considered one of his finest poems, "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night," an
imitation of William Butler Yeats's style. But that doesn't make his poem any less
lovely and moving. (It's a poem you should read, along with Thomas's other fine
poems.) By imitating other poets' styles, you learn more of how poems are written,
and through imitation you begin to develop your own unique style.
While reading and studying poems helps you become a better writer, the main
reason for reading is that poems are "Medicine for the soul." They teach and entertain.
They move you and make you think. They won't give you the latest reports on
international affairs or results of the local elections—no sports scores, either. But they
give you just what you need, even when you don't know you need it. The American
poet William Carlos Williams, one of my favorites, said it best in his poem
"Asphodel, That Greeny Flower":
It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there.
Let poetry work its magic on your soul. Read, enjoy, learn and write. An hour in the
company of good poems is an hour in good company.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Read a book of poems or the poems in a few literary magazines. Don't rush. Spend time with the
poems. This exercise may take from several days to several weeks. As you read, note in your journal
which poems you like and why. Also note what you dislike. Copy your favorite lines. Note all words
that interest you. Gather subjects and discover your personal concerns.
2. Read one of your favorite poems several times, at least once aloud. Imitate it however you see fit.
4
FRAMING
THE HOUSE:
THE ART OF POETRY, PART ONE
The first sentence of this poem—a long sentence by any standard—goes on like this
for twenty-two lines about birth ("Out of the Ninth-month midnight") and the
speaker's youthful days. (The poem runs two hundred and eighty-three lines in total.)
At most, you'll have to look up only a couple of words in your dictionary. A few
phrases are somewhat unusual: "musical shuttle," "Ninth-month midnight," "twining."
They're less than common, but they aren't exotic. The poem is composed mainly of
meat-and-potato words, but Whitman has arranged them to be more song than
conversation. He makes the simple language sing.
Here's a complete poem by Whitman (if you haven't already, I urge you to read his
poems). Again, notice the everyday language he uses:
WHEN I HEARD THE LEARN'D ASTRONOMER
When I heard the learn'd astronomer,
When the proofs, the figures, were ranged in columns before me,
When I was shown the charts and diagrams, to add, divide, and measure them,
When I sitting heard the astronomer where he lectured with much applause in the
lecture-room,
How soon unaccountable I became tired and sick,
Till rising and gliding out I wander'd off by myself,
In the mystical moist night-air, and from time to time,
Look'd up in perfect silence at the stars.
These eighty-two words are fairly plain. Fifty-nine consist of a single syllable; they're
common, simple words. And what a delightful poem they make.
One aspect you may notice in both poems is Whitman's use of repetition, a
rhetorical device in which the same phrase or sentence structure is repeated, usually
for emphasis. Whitman often repeats prepositional phrases ("Out of . . . " and "When .
. . ") to keep his long sentences readable, and thus to keep the reader on track. He also
uses repetition to build the poem: It allows him to bring new subjects in. Practice this
device, repeating a grammatical structure, as a way to bring more of the world into
your poems.
There's room in poems for exotic words, those that sound strangely beautiful and
those that sound beautifully strange: amorphous, expunge, ululation. Language is the
medium of poetry, as paint is the medium of painting, clay of pottery, wood of
carpentry. It's the poet's responsibility to understand the medium, to understand the
value of both everyday words and exotic, to know the language and how it works. The
poet uses language in much the same way the carpenter uses wood: one piece at a
time, one joined to another, and that joined to another, until the whole is complete and
stands on its own. Just as there are exquisite details involved in carpentry, so there are
exquisite details that exotic language can provide. The everyday language, however,
the words we're most accustomed to, they're the mainstay of poetry. They're the words
that build the poem. In most poems, they're all you need, word by word, from its
beginning in delight to its end in wisdom. Take delight in words, their sounds and
meaning. Keep your ears open. Listen to the language. Learn how it works. Collect
words and make them your own.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Collect twenty meat-and-potato words you like the sounds of. Collect ten exotic words you like the
sounds of. Now write a draft using ten meat-and-potato and three exotic words. Include an avocado in
the draft.
2. Write a draft about a busy intersection. Use only everyday words, slang and street language. Include a
windblown newspaper in the draft.
This poem presents an eternal theme, carpe diem, Latin for seize the day. Through its
concrete-specific terms, the poem creates images that suggest the shortness of time.
The "yellow leaves" and the boughs that "shake against the cold" show the season.
The birds have migrated. Winter is blowing in. It's twilight, "after sunset fadeth in the
west," and the "black night doth take away" the last of the light. The fire, where "the
ashes of his youth doth lie," has burned to embers (notice the metaphor "ashes of his
youth") and is "Consum'd with that which it was nourish'd by." The wood that fed the
fire is now the ash that extinguishes it.
In its images Sonnet 73 presents the depletion of energy and life. It goes on to state
that the shortness of time makes us love more those things and people we will
eventually lose. Carpe diem, seize the day, make good use of time, value what we
have—that's what the poem tells us. The final urging of the poem, "To love that well
which thou must leave ere long," wouldn't be as powerful without the images that
precede it. We see the barren tree. We feel the cold wind that shakes its branches. We
see the sun set and feel the fire lose warmth. The concrete-specific terms show us that
time is short, that while we can, we must love what remains.
Most poems use both abstract-general and concrete-specific terms. It's a balancing
act, but not an even one. Have your poems represent the world and its objects in
concrete and specific detail. Let the reader see, hear, smell, taste and touch your
poems. Appeal to the senses and the reader's attention will follow your poem
wherever it leads.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Make a list of five general terms, such as tree, machine, clothing, reptile and food. For each general
word, list five specific terms (it may help to consult a thesaurus). Write a draft using one of these lists.
Repeat this exercise as you like.
2. Make a list of five abstract terms, such as liberty, good, strange, sorrow and pride. For each abstract
term, list five concrete examples (for liberty, you may have a dog off its leash, running in the park).
Write a draft using one of these lists. Repeat this exercise as you like.
Touring the Grounds: Imagery
As I work on a draft of a poem, I pause and take it to Joan. After many years of many
poems, and the numerous drafts of each, she's become an astute reader and critic. She
tells me honestly what she thinks. Sometimes she tells me what I don't want to hear—
that a draft isn't good. While that's disappointing to hear, it's also useful. We all need
good readers and critics who point out the strengths and weaknesses of a draft. Joan is
my main reader. She knows what she likes and dislikes. She's honest. I listen to her,
trust her instincts and often take her suggestions. I work on the lines of the draft that
she thinks weakest. One thing Joan values in poems is their appeal to her senses. She
likes poems she can see and hear and feel. She likes the sights, sounds and textures of
a poem. She dislikes unwieldy abstractions, poems full of abstract-general terms.
They don't give rise to emotions. They're too large and amorphous. Images, on the
other hand, give rise to emotions by presenting real things-in-words that she responds
to.
What Joan responds to is the imagery, not the statement. Statements tell about
things, but they're flat and not very interesting. He loves her tells us something, but
not much. If he kneels before her and takes her hand in his, that shows us more. It
presents tactile information. It shows us a tender moment, an act of submission, a
caress. It's an image we respond to because we witness it.
Images allow the reader to witness the world of the poem clearly and sharply. They
show the world in specific, particular detail. An image begins with a thing, a concrete
term—a field, for example. Field, however, is a general term. This may be any sort of
field. But with further description, it becomes more specific. With furrows, it becomes
a cultivated field, part of a farm. Now add corn and describe what stage of growth the
corn is in. Is it knee-high? Has it tasseled? Is it all broken stalks? The condition of the
corn shows us the season without us having to be told. If the field is stubbled with
broken stalks, it's after the harvest, autumn. With a dusting of snow between the
furrows, it becomes early winter. The power of images rise from particular, relevant
details.
We tend to think of images as visual, but in poetic terms, an image is a word or a
phrase that presents any sensory details for the reader to experience. They may be
visual (sight), auditory (sound), tactile (touch), olfactory (smell), gustatory (taste) or
any combination of these. Most images affect more than one of our senses. As you
read Poems, take in the images, the sensory details. Linger over them. Imagine them,
and in your imagining, feel them. Here's a poem by Margot Schilpp, a contemporary
poet. Read it slowly. Let your imagination fully experience its images. Let your senses
delight in your imagination.
ONE SUNDAY EACH SPRING
Notice the concrete-specific terms the poem uses: yellow, daffodils, breeze, barn, one
quickly after another. The poem is rich with images, and they appeal to all five senses.
The images create the scene so well that the reader can smell the soil, feel the wind,
hear the squeak of wet flower stems and taste the pollen. The images create the world
of the poem so well that the reader walks the rows with the speaker on this spring
Sunday.
Images are not simply decoration. They aren't simply descriptions of things. What a
poem shows, and how the poem shows it, imparts meaning, both emotional and
intellectual. It creates overtones. It suggests. The first line of "One Sunday Each
Spring" does just that in the phrase "the field a yellow cathedral," which is also a
metaphor (as you'll see in chapter six, similes and metaphors rely on well-crafted
images). It is Sunday, after all, and this visit to the old farm with its "yellow
cathedral" is a sort of worship, a pilgrimage. It's a holy experience, a reverent
farewell.
The imagery of "One Sunday Each Spring" is lush and highly descriptive, but some
poems work better with starker, leaner images. This poem by Tim Geiger, another
contemporary poet, has a completely different feel:
BUILDING A NEW HOME
The generator kicks and whines,
steam shovel treads grind limestone
to dust; hydraulics, hammers,
and someone on the roof shouting
orders for more shingles.
I got up at dawn,
the first blue light anointing
the loose clouds, the sweating back,
both eyes burning, essential salt
leaking down my scalp.
New buildings
break away from the red broken clay.
Excavation before foundation—
five thousand nails per plywood frame.
We're working towards something
better—full of daylight, and easy
to enter.
This must be
the song my father taught me:
build each one as if it were my own,
take care of my tools—hammer,
drill, the silver saw-blade edge—
they are the only things that matter
in this world, they will make me
known among these men.
The imagery here is more concise, more directly functional, but it's just as concrete
and specific, just as evocative. These images fit the poem and its subject. The first
image ("The generator kicks and whines") sets the scene and creates action. The
images that follow do likewise. They're images of action rather than description. Like
the labor they present, they waste no motion. They're smooth and efficient, to the
point, which is to show the work of building a house. The images complement the
subject. They also suggest more than they say. The phrase "five thousand nails per
plywood frame" is an especially effective image: We see the hammer swing and hear
the crack as it strikes nail, all without the poem ever directly saying so.
The subjects of Geiger's and Schilpp's poems are vastly different, and their images
reflect that. Geiger's images are active and sparse, while Schilpp's are detailed and
lush—each to its purpose. Images must serve the poem. If they aren't relevant, if
they're only decoration, then they clutter up the poem. They're laundry scattered
across the room or, worse, litter on the roadside. But well-crafted images are valuable.
They present the world of the poem and invite the reader into it. They give the reader
points of reference. They present specific details the reader responds to. Images serve
the poem best by making its world concrete and specific and by directing the reader's
attention to what's important.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Stop somewhere you don't usually stop. For ten minutes, note the sensory details of that place. Make
use of all five senses and be precise.
2. Write a draft describing a color photograph. Begin with a wide-angle view, then focus on a specific
person or object in the photograph. End the draft by describing the color in the background.
3. Write a draft about a room you haven't been in for at least ten years. Make use of all five senses.
4. Write a draft, at least thirty lines in length, about traveling to a place you've never been. Consult a map
if it helps. Why are you going there? Do you travel by car, plane, train, bobsled? What sights do you
see on the way? What sounds, smells, textures and tastes? Who will meet you there?
5
AN ASIDE:
ON THE
FUSSY DETAILS
Betty Becker stood a smidge over five feet. She was slight of build and slow of step.
She wore a shawl. Her gray hair was wrapped tight in a bun. Her voice quavered, the
mild hesitations that come with age. And I cowered before her. Six weeks into my
high school Senior English class, she padded down the aisles and returned our
midterm essays, with comments of praise and dispraise. At the back of the room, she
stopped to pay special attention to me. "If I were your mother," she said loudly, and
my classmates watched as I withered under her attention, "I'd have you over my knee
for such poor performance." Despite the quaver in her voice, she had lost none of her
authority. She held out my essay, with a grade I'd rather forget marked large in red
ink. "English," she sniffed, "is your native tongue, is it not?" The pages of my essay
looked like a road map, red highways shooting across its pages linking major
metropolitan centers of errors. My grammar and punctuation were terrible, and Betty
Becker vowed before the class that I was her pet project for the rest of the semester.
As an editor, I read poems submitted to The Gettysburg Review with the exacting
standards that Betty Becker succeeded, finally, in teaching me. Some poems
submitted to the review show imagination, but they're poorly written. Their sloppy
grammar and punctuation betray them. (I imagine Betty Becker shuddering in the
presence of such poor performance in these poems.) Imagination is the lifeblood of
poetry, but poems must be well written for the imagination to shimmer and shine.
Language is the medium of the art, and faulty grammar and punctuation make for
faulty art. Mary Oliver notes, "A poem that is composed without the sweet and correct
formalities of language, which are what sets it apart from the dailiness of ordinary
writing, is doomed. It will not fly."
Little in the world of arts and letters is as dreadful as a poorly written poem. Either
the reader labors doggedly to get through it—bless the soul of such a reader—or sets
it quickly aside. Neither is the response we seek. The poem has failed, and whatever
sterling imagination has shaped it is negated.
The mechanics of writing—the conventions of grammar and punctuation—are
important. Some beginning writers think of grammar and punctuation as restrictive,
binding, as though they're straitjackets, as though they hamper the imagination. Such
writers value the content of poetry over its craft. But that's like valuing the physique
of a dancer over the grace of the dance. Good poetry doesn't choose between
imagination and craft. It chooses both. The imagination is expressed in language, and
proper grammar and punctuation provide clarity to the language. They make sense of
the words that create the poem. They help the reader enjoy, instead of stopping to
puzzle out what the words are supposed to mean. They provide the fluid grace that
makes poetry memorable.
Some poems do break the conventions. They make use of odd syntax and irregular
punctuation. Some have no punctuation at all. Read any of e.e. cummings's poems—
for example, "next to of course god america i"—and you'll see broken conventions
aplenty. But he doesn't break conventions willy-nilly; he does so to create certain
effects, a pause, or a poem spoken at breakneck speed. Other poets do the same, for
effect, when a poem calls for it. That's key: Do what the poem calls for. Most poems
call for standard grammar and punctuation. Breaking the conventions does the poem
good only when there's reason to break the conventions, which means you must first
know the conventions to understand when it's beneficial to break them.
Because you use them daily in conversation, you already know most of the
conventions. When you're in doubt, logic and intuition usually point the proper way.
The written word, however, is more exact than the spoken word. Errors appear more
glaring on the page. In conversation, context makes clear the difference
between its and it's. The former is the possessive form of the pronoun it; the latter is
the contraction of it is. Its and it's are homophones, words with the same sound but
different spellings and meanings. In conversation, we tell them apart easily enough,
but on the page, the wrong word sticks out like a circus clown at a church service. It
draws the reader's attention and disapproval: Its nine o'clock. The elm shed it's leaves.
If the language is flawed, the poem is flawed. It doesn't say what it's supposed to say.
And where there's one mistake, there are bound to be others. How can the reader trust
the poem now? Trust is essential. The reader must never doubt the poem.
Recall what Mary Oliver said: "A poem that is composed without the sweet and
correct formalities of language . . . is doomed. It will not fly." Ezra Pound, the great
expatriate poet, said, "Poetry must be as well written as prose." If you won't abide
sloppy, incorrect prose, don't abide sloppy, incorrect poetry. Poetic license doesn't
justify careless writing. Certainly, you may break the conventions of grammar and
punctuation to achieve certain effects, if they make the poem better, but you must
know the conventions to understand why breaking them makes the poem better. If you
break the conventions wisely, the reader senses the motivation and intelligence of that
decision. If you break the conventions unwisely, all the reader sees is a mistake.
If you can use a refresher course, or even if you feel confident in your writing,
check your library or bookstore for a good primer. You'll find many good ones, and
any will suffice. I recommend two books by Karen Elizabeth Gordon: The Well-
Tempered Sentence (on punctuation) and The Transitive Vampire (on grammar). They
are the most educational and entertaining primers on grammar and punctuation I've
come across. These funny and wise books will teach you well and make you laugh.
(They have been expanded and revised and are now titled The New Well-Tempered
Sentence and The Deluxe Transitive Vampire. Whichever editions you choose, they'll
benefit your writing.) I've read and reread these invaluable resources, and I continue
to consult them when I have doubts about proper usage.
Sometimes, in trying to achieve meter or in the blink of a line break, the poet loses
track of a sentence. Always look to the sentence first, then take care of the formal
aspects of the poem. For a quick study, here are common errors in poems I've recently
read. This isn't by any means a comprehensive list, nor are the items listed in any
particular order. By learning to avoid these errors, you'll be on your way to mastering
the conventions of the English language, and that's part of writing good poems.
Wrong word. Mistaking one word for another is all too common, either because the
words are homophones (such as there, they're and their) or because an important
nuance distinguishes one from another. Lie and lay are examples of the latter: Lie
means to rest in a horizontal position, while lay means to set down. After I lay a book
on my bedside table, I lie down for a nap. When in doubt about the proper word,
check your dictionary.
Plural and possessive. The plural of a word is formed by adding an s (or es in some
instances) to the word; the possessive is formed by adding an 's, and the plural
possessive is formed by adding an s. If you are to dine with Mr. and Mrs. Smith in
their home, you are dining at the Smiths' (plural possessive), not at the Smith's
(singular possessive). An exception is the possessive of it, which is its, not the
contraction it's.
Misplaced modifiers. A modifier is a word or phrase that defines or describes a noun
(or, in the case of an adverb, a verb). It must be placed properly to modify the right
noun. If you have a man sweeping the floor with a long white beard, pity him his lack
of a broom. Or place the modifier where it belongs: a man with a long white beard,
sweeping the floor.
Dangling modifiers. When the noun a modifier should modify is absent, you have a
dangling modifier: Waking at dawn, the sunrise was beautiful. The trouble here is that
the sunrise does not wake; the modifier waking at dawn applies to the person who
sees beauty in the sunrise. The sentence can be rewritten Waking at dawn, she saw a
beautiful sunrise.
Subject-verb agreement. The subject and verb must agree. I write; you write; he
writes; we write; they write. Beware of words that come between the subject and verb:
A flock of sparrows feeds on the bread crumbs Joan scatters in our backyard. The
subject is flock, not sparrows.
Pronoun agreement. A pronoun must agree in number with the noun it represents.
The common error is the use of a plural pronoun where a singular pronoun is needed.
In the sentence Everyone should say what they think, the plural pronoun they disagrees
with the singular everyone. The sentence should read Everyone should say what he
thinks, or Everyone should say what she thinks (also notice that the
verb think becomes thinks to agree with the pronoun).
Comma splice. When a comma joins two sentences without a conjunction (and, but,
or, etc.), you have a comma splice: They went downtown to see a movie, it started at
eight. The comma after movie should be a period, and it begins a new sentence. When
the sentences are short and closely related, however, a comma splice is acceptable: He
said no, she said yes.
Run-on sentence. A run-on sentence is similar to a comma splice except no comma
appears between the sentences: They went downtown to see a movie it started at eight.
The sentences are run together. The correction is the same: a period after movie,
and it begins a new sentence.
These are common errors, and each is easily corrected. All it takes is an
understanding of the conventions of grammar and punctuation to achieve "the sweet
and correct formalities of language." Proper grammar and punctuation keep your
poems clean and readable. They keep the reader on track. They don't hinder the
imagination; on the contrary, they allow it to shine in all its grace and glory.
6
FURNISHING
THE HOUSE:
THE ART OF POETRY, PART TWO
A poem must have emotional and intellectual qualities that compel the reader from
first line to last. But a poem needn't be on an epic subject. It needn't make grand,
sweeping statements. It needn't—and generally shouldn't—be melodramatic, fraught
with high emotion. The more true to life the poem's subject, the better the poem. It can
be about putting a child to bed, mowing the lawn or shopping for groceries—
common, everyday subjects. More important is how the poem expresses its subject.
The English poet A.E. Housman said, "Poetry is not the thing said but a way of saying
it." There lies the art of poetry: in the manner, style and grace of its expression.
Imagery is part of the how, as are figures of speech, the devices of sound, rhyme and
meter. They contribute to the grace of poetic expression. They are the furnishings that
make the poetic house a place to live.
Immediately, the reader has two comparisons to think about and enjoy: The speaker's
love is like a rose and like a melody. Notice that similes employ images. The rose
involves visual, olfactory and tactile images: A rose looks beautiful, smells fragrant,
and its petals feel velvety. The melody involves an auditory image, music, and a
tactile image, if you consider that melody may lead to dancing cheek to cheek. These
similes are more descriptive and enjoyable than the speaker simply saying his love is
pretty, smells good, has soft skin and a sweet voice. That's all nice, but it isn't
interesting and doesn't make for good poetry. It's the most abstract and bland sort of
description. Similes, on the other hand, allow poets both to show and imply what they
mean. The reader sees the comparison, thinks about it and understands it. The reader
takes an active role in comprehending the poem, which is more enjoyable for the
reader.
While a simile explicitly compares one thing to another, a metaphor implicitly
compares, without use of the words like or as. (The term metaphor comes from the
Greek metapherein, which means "to transfer.") A metaphor transfers the attributes of
one thing to another. In essence, it equates one thing with another. Instead of
presenting similarity, as "my Luve's like a red, red rose" does, a metaphor equates:
"my Luve is a red, red rose." The speaker's love isn't like a rose; she becomes a rose,
with all the rose's pleasant associations and attributes. The Greek philosopher
Aristotle said that "the greatest thing by far is to be a master of metaphor . . . it is also
a sign of genius, since good metaphor implies an intuitive perception of the similarity
in dissimilars." Samuel Johnson noted that metaphor "is a great excellence in style . . .
for it gives you two ideas for one."
Metaphors are created in a number of ways. One noun can be associated with
another noun through the preposition of (as shown in chapter four): a teacup of joy, a
teacup of sorrow. A noun can be associated with another noun through the verb to be:
"History is a clumsy cape," writes Kathleen Halme in her poem "Every Substance Is
Clothed." In this metaphor, the abstraction history becomes something concrete, a
cape. It trails behind us. We wear it, taking it with us wherever we go. Because history
in this case is a "clumsy" cape, it gets in our way. It encumbers and limits us, as the
past can limit the present.
Metaphors can be created through verbs that have specific applications: "Dreamy
cars graze on the dewy boulevard," writes James Tate in his poem of that title. The
verb graze describes how cattle feed. Here it implies that the cars are cattle
meandering along the boulevard. They're big, bulky, and move slowly, aimlessly.
Notice that the adjective dewy reinforces the metaphor's image: The boulevard is a
dewy field early in the morning.
A single metaphoric concept may even run throughout a poem in a sequence of
related metaphors. In such a case, called an extended metaphor, the sequence is highly
developed, and numerous associations are brought forth. Robert Frost called metaphor
"saying one thing in terms of another." Extended metaphor makes an entire soliloquy
of that saying. Reread Shakespeare's Sonnet 18 ("Shall I compare thee to a summer's
day?"), which appears on pages 9-10, and note its sequence of metaphors. It makes
use of an extended metaphor that relates the poem's subject to various aspects of
summer. The metaphor extends throughout the poem.
While simile and metaphor are the most common figures of speech, others will also
benefit your poems. Overstatement (also called hyperbole) is exaggeration used for
emphasis or humor. When the speaker of Christopher Marlowe's "The Passionate
Shepherd to His Love" says, "And I will make thee beds of roses / And a thousand
fragrant posies," he uses overstatement in trying to convince a woman of his love.
Their life together, his overstatement wishfully implies, will be a bed of roses.
The opposite of overstatement is understatement, which presents something as less
than it actually is. Understatement creates emphasis because the reader perceives the
difference between what is said and what is. When the speaker of Dorothy Barresi's
"The Jaws of Life" says, "You think life owes you—what? Happiness? / A certain
modicum of headache relief?" the reader sees the difference between a desire for
happiness and a desire for "headache relief." Sometimes all we would like is to be free
of the pounding between our temples. Perhaps life doesn't owe us happiness; freedom
from pain will suffice. That difference is effective understatement.
Paradox is a statement that at first seems contradictory but is nonetheless true, as in
these lines from Shakespeare's Sonnet 138: "When my love swears that she is made of
truth, / I do believe her, though I know she lies." While the speaker knows she lies, he
chooses to believe her. Love does that; we ignore what, perhaps, we shouldn't. Her
lies are more beautiful than the truth.
Metonymy substitutes one thing for another. Christina Rossetti's "A Life's Parallels"
begins, "Never on this side of the grave again." Here, as in other poems, the grave is a
substitute for death. The term used as a substitute must be closely associated with the
term it stands for to make the association readily apparent. Because the grave is
closely associated with death, it stands in well.
Synecdoche is a special type of metonymy. It uses a part to represent the whole, as
in Samuel Taylor Coleridge's "The Pains of Sleep": "Ere on my bed my limbs I lay."
The term limbs represents the entire body. Synecdoche may also use the whole to
represent a part. In Shakespeare's play Antony and Cleopatra, the term Egypt often
refers to Cleopatra, the queen of Egypt. The whole represents a part.
Synaesthesia describes something usually perceived by one sense in terms of
another sense. In "The Garden," Andrew Marvell writes, "a green thought in a green
shade," describing things felt—thought and shade—in terms of vision. In "I Heard a
Fly Buzz," Emily Dickinson writes, "With Blue—uncertain stumbling Buzz,"
describing something seen, Blue, in terms of sound.
You'll find uses for all these figures of speech, but you'll likely write similes and
metaphors most often. Beware, however, the mixed metaphor, a metaphor in which
the elements are incongruous, as in "His proposition ran aground on the brick wall of
her refusal." The mistake here is that a metaphoric ship (his proposal) may run
aground on a reef, a shoal or a shore, but not on a brick wall. All three words—
reef, shoal and shore—fix the metaphor nicely. Each also provides alliteration with
the main word of the metaphor, refusal: The r of reef and shore and
the l of shoal create an echo with the r and l, respectively, of refusal. The alliteration
unifies the metaphor through its echoes.
The art of simile and metaphor doesn't lie in extravagant complications, not even in
extended metaphors, but in clean, clear, crisp associations. "All the world's a stage,"
writes Shakespeare in his play As You Like It. In "The Unbeliever," Elizabeth Bishop
writes, "asleep he curled / in a gilded ball." In "For the Union Dead," Robert Lowell
writes of "a Sahara of snow." These are insightful figures of speech. They present
strong images, make interesting sounds and, in their associations, create levels of
meaning. For every figure of speech you use in a poem, you may write five, ten or
twenty versions of it, but the work—the play—is well worth it. Good figures of
speech enrich your poems beyond measure.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Write five versions, as quickly as you can, of each of the following. Don't worry about making sense.
When you finish, put a check by the similes that interest you most.
The snow fell like ______
Like a ______, he whisked the broom across the floor.
Lovely as a ______, she danced a fluid waltz.
He was as puzzled as ______
In her dream a sparrow, like a ______, alit on a porch rail.
2. Write a paragraph describing in detail one of your favorite possessions. Write another paragraph
describing in detail a good friend. Now write a draft about the friend in terms of the object. Write a
draft about the object in terms of the friend.
3. Write a draft about your first romance. Use, in this order, overstatement, paradox, synecdoche,
understatement and synaesthesia. Include the title and a lyric from a popular song of that time.
The eye moves quicker than the lips, but it recognizes rather than intones. If you read
these lines silently, read them aloud now and linger over the sounds. Hear the music
they make.
This passage is itself a lesson in the art of writing poetry. Its subject is the use of
sound to complement sense: "The sound must seem an Echo to the sense." Notice how
easily "And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows" slips from the lips. Notice
how patiently you must articulate "But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, /
The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar." Because the sounds clash, they
require precise utterance, and that precision gives those lines a loud energy. Notice
how slowly you must enunciate "When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw,
/ The line too labours, and the words move slow." The sounds reproduce the
deliberate effort it takes to heave a great stone.
This passage also illustrates two styles of sound: euphony and cacophony. Euphony
is a combination of sounds that please the ear, such as "Soft is the strain when Zephyr
gently blows." The sounds flow smoothly by. Cacophony is a combination of sounds
that grate on the ear, such as "When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw."
The j, x and k sounds are harsh and jarring. Poems generally make use of euphony.
They strive for grace and beauty, using euphony to achieve those aims. But
cacophony also plays a role. When the sense calls for it, cacophony achieves dramatic
results. The American poet Randall Jarrell uses it effectively in "The Death of the Ball
Turret Gunner" when the gunner, sleeping at his guns as his B-29 flies over enemy
territory, wakes to "black flak and the nightmare fighters." The discordant
double k sound of "black flak" staggers him—blam, blam—and staggers the reader,
too.
The music of poetry comes from putting sounds together in certain combinations,
either for euphony or cacophony, whichever the poem needs at a particular spot. The
main devices of sound are alliteration, assonance, consonance and onomatopoeia.
Alliteration is the repetition of identical consonant sounds: "And the smooth stream
in smoother numbers flows." It may occur anywhere within the words—the
beginning, middle or end—and it may occur in one line or over a number of lines. But
take care with alliteration. It occurs naturally, without your purposefully using it. In
fact, you'd have to work to avoid it. When used to excess, alliteration ends up like a
bad newspaper headline: "Mad Monkey Makes Mulch of Metropolis." Too much
alliteration sounds clunky and overwrought. It draws attention to itself and away from
the poem. Ironically, alliteration works best when the reader doesn't consciously
notice it. Save it for special occasions, when it serves the poem by tying together
important words, like "black flak." Used rarely, and well, alliteration creates emphasis
and unexpected music.
Assonance is the repetition of identical vowel sounds: "Soft is the strain when
Zephyr gently blows." Like alliteration, assonance occurs naturally and can be used to
excess. But vowel sounds are softer than consonant sounds and tend to glide by. The
key to assonance is noticing the predominant vowel sounds and modulating them.
Notice in the line quoted above that both preceding and following the e sounds are o
sounds, in "Soft" and "blows." Neither vowel sound overpowers the line. The o gives
way to the e, and the e gives way back to the o. Because English vowels can be
pronounced a number of ways, the spelling of a word doesn't always guide you in
creating assonance. The vowel a, for example, is pronounced differently in pat,
pay, care and far. Don't trust the spelling of a word; trust your ear.
Consonance is alliteration taken one step farther: Two or more consonant sounds
are repeated in words with dissimilar vowel sounds. In "The sound must seem an
Echo to the sense," consonance occurs in the s and n sounds of sound and sense. The
consonants make similar sounds; the vowels make different sounds. Such
combinations as chatter and chitter, dope and dupe, and flick and flock employ
consonance.
Onomatopoeia is the use of words that imitate sounds and suggest their meaning, as
does lash in "But when loud surges lash the sounding shore." English is rich with
words that can be used for
onomatopoeia: Buzz, crack, hiss, murmur, sizzle, snap andwhirr are only a few.
Onomatopoeia is effective because the words reproduce natural sounds. They sound
out what they mean.
The effects of sound always work with context. Alliteration and assonance can tie
important words—and their ideas—together. The metaphor "the shoal of her refusal,"
for example, makes use of alliteration to unify its parts through sound: shoal and
refusal. Meaningful sound takes two words and unites them in a single compact idea.
As you write, listen to your words. The best way to develop a good ear is to write and
hear, over and over. When you write an important word, listen to its sounds, then
write words that repeat those sounds. Working together in a poem, your meaningful
sounds will create music.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Write a draft with the word round in the first line. In at least every other line, repeat the o sound
of round twice. Repeat this exercise with the words stay, feed, pie and boot. In each draft include an
image of an urban landscape.
2. Write a draft with the word bother in the first line. In alternate lines, repeat the b and th sounds,
respectively, twice per line. Repeat this exercise with the words cane, steal, fog and ward. In each draft
include a metaphor and one exotic word.
The first three lines of Sonnet 73 repeat this rhythm exactly (ta-DUM, ta-DUM, ta-
DUM, ta-DUM, ta-DUM) and thus establish a pattern of beats, the poem's
predominant rhythm.
Too many ta-DUMs in a row, however, grow monotonous, so Shakespeare changes
the beat slightly in the fourth line:
BARE RU- / in'd CHOIRS / where LATE / the SWEET / BIRDS SANG.
In both the first and fifth feet of this line, Shakespeare substitutes a spondee, a foot
consisting of two stressed syllables, for the iamb. A spondee is a double beat (DUM-
DUM). In the fifth and sixth lines, he makes other substitutions:
In ME / thou SEE'ST / the TWI- / LIGHT of / SUCH DAY
As AF- / ter SUN- / set FAD- / eth in / the WEST,
The fifth line runs iamb, iamb, iamb, trochee, spondee. A trochee consists of a
stressed syllable followed by an unstressed syllable ("LIGHT of"). The sixth line runs
iamb, iamb, iamb, pyrrhic, iamb. A pyrrhic consists of two unstressed syllables ("-eth
in"). The spondee, trochee and pyrrhic are the natural substitutions that vary the
rhythm of a poem.
Two other feet are the anapest and dactyl. Both are three-syllable feet. The anapest
consists of two unstressed syllables followed by a stressed syllable, as in George
Gordon, Lord Byron's "The Destruction of Sennacherib":
The AsSYR- / ian came DOWN / like the WOLF / on the FOLD
The anapest and dactyl are less common meters, but they appear in some of our best
loved poems, such as Clement Moore's "A Visit From St. Nicholas": "'Twas the
NIGHT/ before CHRIST- / mas, when ALL / through the HOUSE. . . ."
Here, again, are the primary rhythmic feet:
iamb: ta-DUM
spondee: DUM-DUM
trochee: DUM-ta
pyrrhic: ta-ta
anapest: ta-ta-DUM
dactyl: DUM-ta-ta
These feet combine to create meter, the recurrence of a rhythmic pattern. We note
meter by first naming the predominant foot and then the length of the line; thus
Sonnet 73 is written in iambic pentameter, a line of five iambic feet. Other common
metric lines aredimeter (two feet per line), trimeter (three feet), tetrameter (four feet)
and hexameter (six feet). All meters allow for an extra unstressed syllable at the end
of the line. An iambic pentameter line, for example, may read, "Give NOT / a WIND-
/ y NIGHT / a RAIN- / y MOR- / row" (from Shakespeare's Sonnet 90). This extra
unaccented syllable allows more play in the line and thus lets us avoid some awkward
constructions.
The length of the line can set the mood of a poem. Shorter lines—dimeter and
trimeter—are sprightly lines, quick off the tongue. They reel off short and snappy.
Longer lines—tetrameter and pentameter—are more versatile. They allow greater
freedom to substitute rhythmic feet. (Recall the effects Pope achieves in the
pentameter lines from An Essay on Criticism.) Hexameter tends to be a weighty line,
ponderous and serious. Your choice of rhythm and line length depends, of course, on
the effects you wish to achieve. Match your subject with lines appropriate to its
expression.
One other concern is the line break, the end of the line where the verse turns to
begin a new line. Line breaks may be end-stopped or enjambed. Christopher
Marlowe's "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" begins, "Come live with me, and
be my love." This is an end-stopped line; it's complete in its grammatical structure and
sense. An enjambed line is not complete; it runs on to the next line. The second stanza
of John Keats's "Ode on a Grecian Urn" begins, "Heard melodies are sweet, but those
unheard . . ." This line must run on to the next line to reach completion: "Heard
melodies are sweet, but those unheard / Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on."
Most poems use both end-stopped and enjambed lines. Because the end-stopped
line reaches completion, it provides immediate coherence and emphasis. The grammar
and sense come together at the line break, and the reader pauses to take in the import
of the line. The enjambed line provides momentum and urges the reader on to the next
line. There's no pause, but a steady push, deeper into the poem. Each line break is
effective in its way. Meter and line breaks work together to slow the reader for
emphatic lines or to push the reader onward.
Not all poems are written in meter, nor need they be. In chapter eight we'll look at
traditional forms, such as the sonnet, that make use of meter. We'll look at free verse,
too, which isn't metric, but establishes its own rhythms. If you're drawn to formal
poetry, meter is an indispensable aspect of your poems. You'll find your words
slipping naturally into the iamb. From there, you substitute other feet, a trochee at the
beginning of a line to set it in motion, or a spondee to emphasize a pair of consecutive
words. After a substitution, you return to the iamb, the predominant rhythm. Or you
may establish the trochee as your rhythm, or the anapest. Whichever meter works best
for the poem, that's the meter that lays down the beat.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Write a draft in iambic tetrameter, at least twenty lines in length, with one metric substitution per line
in at least half the lines. Include four slant rhymes and the word Bermuda in the draft.
2. Write a draft alternating iambic pentameter and iambic trimeter lines. Make metric substitutions only in
the pentameter lines. Use the word down in the first line and repeat its o sound five times within the
first five lines. Select a different vowel sound and repeat it five times within the second five lines.
Include two similes in the draft.
3. Write a draft in a meter of your choice. All lines except the final line must be enjambed lines. Include
two similes and put a lucky gold medallion in the draft.
4. Write a draft in a meter of your choice, with a combination of five true rhymes and five slant rhymes.
At least half the lines must be end-stopped lines.
7
AN ASIDE:
ON LOOKING OUT
THE WINDOW & LOOKING IN
Edgar Degas, the nineteenth-century French painter, said that one must commit a
painting the way one commits a crime. Whenever I'm trying to spark a new poem,
looking through my journals for a flash of inspiration, I rediscover Degas's comment,
just when I need to be reminded that writing poetry is an act of daring. One must also
commit a poem the way one commits a crime. We must be sly and foolhardy. We
must forget caution and reason. William Stafford said it well: "Writing is a reckless
encounter with whatever comes along."
One year Joan asked for a poem for her birthday. I hid away in my writing room,
thought and wrote, slashed out words, thought more. I had several ideas vaguely in
mind: that Joan's birthday is on Valentine's Day; that a celebration of one's birth is
also a reminder of aging; and that Joan and I have quite different personalities, which
is, I think, why we're attracted to one another. Her strengths redeem my weaknesses,
and vice versa. After much scribbling, this poem took shape:
JOAN'S BIRTHDAY
14 February
Here's a day, darling,
To dread and love. The snow's
Piled in luscious excess
Against the door and the peg-
Legged man's foot-
And peg-prints circle
3. Metamorphosis
Larval, straight-jacketed,
my ankles bound and slung from a hook,
I dangle over you like a nightmare and writhe.
Encased in a coffin of water and glass, I squirm,
mouthing secrets so you won't look away.
I'm a ghost shackled in your mouth.
I'm a face hung in a hallway.
I insinuate myself into you.
I've always known how to keep an audience.
I'll say with a fair amount of certainty that Mark Drew isn't the son of Harry Houdini.
(The title tells us this: "My Father as Houdini.") In place of truth, the poem gives us
imagination and an extended metaphor: In a poetic transference, the speaker's father
becomes Harry Houdini and tells us of tricks and magic. "Poof!" he says, "I'm gone."
As part of the extended metaphor, death becomes a magician's trick. In the final
section, memory becomes the magician's stage. "Look at me," he says,
meaning remember me, "and I'll live forever." It's the magic of memory.
If a poem is completely literal, if it's completely true, then the imagination has
failed. Really, a poem cannot be completely true. It's a translation of life into
language. We each write from a certain subjective perspective. We know only bits and
pieces, not the whole. Certainly, we should write honestly about a situation, an event,
our reactions to it, our thoughts about it, our emotions. But a poem is a presentation.
It's a performance, much like an actor's performance on stage, or a magician's. For
truth, readers go to a newspaper. They come to poems for the performance. When you
write poetry, let your imagination guide you. Look at the imagery as it appears on the
page. Believe in the metaphors. Listen to the sounds the words make. Feel the rhythm
of the language flowing across the line. All these aspects of poetry are in play at the
same time. At their best, they work together, each contributing to the whole, and thus
they create a poem. They're the necessary mechanics of poetry, the craft. But they're
nothing without the imagination. Let your imagination guide you, always. Be ready
for surprises.
"The practice of writing," William Stafford said, "involves a readiness to accept
what emerges, what entices. The sound of words and Phrases, the associations of
those sounds and syllables in words, the emerging trajectory of thought and feeling."
He goes on to say, "A writer coasts into action with willing involvement, always
ready for something to happen that may be a first time, not a repetition of something
already accomplished."
Say you write on a rainy evening. The rain spatters on your window, a light
percussion of raindrops. You have a beginning right in front of you: rain. Does it
evoke a mood? Does the rain play a sad melody? Or do you see it brightening the
grass and leaves? Does the rain lead you to a memory of another rain—a
thunderstorm, a fine mist? What of the events of that earlier day? What simile or
metaphor can you derive from the rain? The rain may roll in like a train from the
countryside, boxcars loaded with red apples. For each subject that draws your
attention, ask what if? Put yourself on the other side of the window, on the outside
looking in. What do you see—a window lit with the soft glow of a single lamp? What
do you feel there, standing in the rain? Or are you walking by the lit window, on your
way to—where? Is the lit window a beacon in the storm? Does it mark a safe harbor?
Does it warn of a dangerous reef? What if you were above the storm? What if you
were waiting for the storm? What if it had just passed?
What then? For every word you write, there are thousands you may write next.
Make your poems move and continue to move. Say another thing. Every time you
reach a what then, say several things. An hour after the rain, the water still rushed
down the gullies. When the rain stopped, I stood on the porch and listened to the calm.
The next morning, the neighbor child placed both hands, fingers spread far apart, into
the mud and wondered at the small outlines. What then? Where does your imagination
lead?
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Write a draft about the best thing before the invention of sliced bread. Begin the draft with a metaphor,
include an image of someone's hands at work, and use three slant rhymes.
2. List five important decisions you've made. Consider the effects of each. Select one decision and write a
draft with the assumption that you decided otherwise. What is that other decision? What positive
effects does it have? What negative effects? Remember, you're not writing truth. You're inventing.
Invent the future that didn't happen. At least three-fourths of the lines must be enjambed lines.
3. Write a draft explaining why the sky is blue. Your explanation must be completely untrue and as
convincing as possible. You may invoke ancient Greek gods, the Judeo-Christian God, aliens, a child
with crayons, or whatever other explanation you can invent. Include precise images showing how the
sky became blue and two instances of synaesthesia.
8
FORMAL GARDENS
& WILDFLOWERS:
FORMS & FREE VERSE
When a poem begins to take shape, it tends either toward formal structure or toward
improvisation. Poetic forms come with ground rules laid out, the requirements a poem
works to meet, the frame it works within. Free verse improvises, making its own
ground rules as it goes. Your own personality and aesthetics will lead you to one or
the other, but each poem has a mind of its own. One may want to be a sonnet. The
next may want to be longer than the sonnet form can contain, or less formally
structured. Your poems will assume their own shapes. Each will tell you what it wants
to be, formal or free verse.
The quatrain is the most popular stanza form. It allows greater variations of rhyme
scheme, and its four lines allow poets to develop complex thoughts and emotions
within the space of a single stanza. It offers room for more play.
Other stanza forms are the cinquain (a five-line stanza), sestet (six
lines), septet (seven lines) and octave (eight lines). Some poets have invented stanzas
to suit their purposes. The English poet Edmund Spenser, for example, fashioned a
nine-line stanza for his long poem The Faerie Queene. The first eight lines are written
in iambic pentameter, and the ninth in iambic hexameter (six feet); the rhyme scheme
is ababbcbcc. This is the Spenserian stanza, named after its creator.
Play with the stanza forms as you write. Experiment. Try longer and shorter stanzas.
Try different rhyme schemes. Mix them up to see which stanza most benefits the
draft-in-progress.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Write a draft in iambic pentameter, in rhymed couplets. Use only slant rhymes. Begin the draft with a
visual image and follow with an aural image. Include two similes.
2. Write a draft in iambic tetrameter, in quatrains, with the rhyme scheme abab cdcd efef and so on. Select
ten words at random from the dictionary; use at least five in the draft.
3. Write a draft in terza rims, with both true and slant rhymes. Include a ringing bell in the draft. End the
draft with a rhymed couplet.
The Ballad
Stanza forms are the building blocks of poetic forms. The ballad is one of the oldest
forms. It was originally sung, accompanied by music, to tell stories. It was a part of
the oral tradition, before written literature was widely available. It's still primarily a
narrative form today. (It's still a musical form today, too, especially in folk and
popular music.) The ballad is composed of quatrain stanzas. The first and third lines
are written in iambic tetrameter, the second and fourth lines in iambic trimeter. The
second and fourth lines rhyme (xaxa xbxb and so on), which gives this form its
songlike quality. Here's a traditional English ballad (its author is unknown, and in its
numerous retellings, more than forty versions of this ballad have sprung up):
THE UNQUIET GRAVE
The wind doth blow today, my love,
And a few small drops of rain;
I never had but one true-love,
In cold grave she was lain.
If you're familiar with the American folk songs about Casey Jones and Tom Dooley,
you're already familiar with the ballad form and its ability to tell stories. Its meter and
simple rhyme scheme lend easily to song, and the form is versatile: It may have any
number of stanzas, however many it takes to tell the story. "The Unquiet Grave" is
one of the shorter traditional ballads. Others run twenty, thirty or forty stanzas. The
length depends only on the story the ballad tells.
The Sonnet
The sonnet is a more concise and regimented form. The term sonnet comes from the
Italian sonetto, "little song." That phrase perfectly describes the form, which is limited
to fourteen lines, a "little" poem by most standards. The sonnet was developed in Italy
in the thirteenth century. It spread through Europe and arrived in England in the
sixteenth century. Through its travels and translations, the sonnet has developed
several different forms, all of which, however, call for fourteen lines of iambic
pentameter and a sophisticated rhyme scheme.
The Italian sonnet (also called the Petrarchan sonnet, after Francesco Petrarch, who
along with Dante perfected the form in Italian) is composed of two quatrains (an
eight-line unit called the octave) and two tercets (a six-line unit called the sestet).
These stanzas are distinguished by their rhyme scheme rather than by blank lines; the
sonnet does not use stanzas, per se, but runs continuously for its fourteen lines. The
octave is rhymed abbaabba, and it presents the poem's situation, a conflict or
challenge. The sestet can be rhymed several ways, cdccdc, cdcdcd or cdecde. It
presents the resolution to the poem's situation. Elizabeth Barrett Browning's Sonnet
32 is an Italian sonnet. Like Browning's sonnet, most are devoted to the subject of
love, a convention associated with the sonnet.
The English sonnet (also called the Shakespearean sonnet, after the poet who honed
it to its finest achievement in English) is composed of three quatrains and a
concluding couplet. It's rhymed ababcdcdefefgg. Here's Shakespeare's Sonnet 130:
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak; yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go:
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Shakespeare puts a twist in the convention of the sonnet as the form of love poems.
Frequently, the sonnet idealizes the speaker's loved one as the perfection of beauty,
but Sonnet 130 says that this speaker's loved one is far from perfect. In fact, through
the three quatrains, it seems she lacks any beauty. The concluding couplet, however,
spins the poem around: While the speaker's loved one isn't perfect, she is as beautiful
as any woman made perfect through false comparisons. Notice especially the rhyming
couplet,rare and compare, that ends this sonnet. This change in the rhyme scheme
from the Italian sonnet to the English—the addition of a rhyming couplet to end the
poem—makes for an emphatic ending. It provides a sense of finality. The final
word, compare, is literally and metaphorically the final word on the subject. The
rhyme snaps the poem shut.
The Spenserian sonnet is a combination of the Italian and English sonnet forms. It
uses the three quatrains and concluding couplet of the English sonnet, and it interlocks
the rhyme scheme from one quatrain to the next, like the Italian sonnet. The
Spenserian sonnet is rhymed ababbcbccdcdee. Here's Edmund Spenser's Sonnet 79,
with modernized spelling:
Men call you fair, and you do credit it,
For that yourself you daily such do see:
But the true fair, that is the gentle wit,
And virtuous mind, is much more praised of me.
For all the rest, however fair it be,
Shall turn to naught and lose that glorious hew:
But only that is permanent and free
From frail corruption, that does flesh ensue.
That is true beauty: that does argue you
To be divine and born of heavenly seed:
Derived from that fair Spirit, from whom all true
And perfect beauty did at first proceed.
He only fair, and what He fair has made:
All other fair, like flowers, untimely fades.
The Villanelle
Another form, more complex than the sonnet, is the villanelle. It may be written in
any meter and with any line length—often iambic pentameter, but iambic tetrameter is
common as well. The villanelle consists of five tercets and a quatrain, rhymed aba
aba aba aba aba abaa. The complexity of the form, however, lies not in its rhyme
scheme, but in an intricate pattern of repetition: The first line is repeated as the sixth,
twelfth and eighteenth lines, and the third line is repeated as the ninth, fifteenth and
nineteenth lines. Repeating lines isn't difficult, but it is difficult to write two lines
good enough to be repeated three times each. If the repeated lines aren't good enough,
they sound worse with each repetition. Here's a lovely villanelle by Theodore
Roethke:
THE WAKING
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
Roethke weaves the repetition in gracefully and repeats lines that are strong and
moving. (Notice that he indulges in slight variations in two of the repeated lines, the
ninth and the fifteenth.) The villanelle is a difficult form. It takes expertise to master,
but that's the challenge and reward of writing in poetic forms.
Writing in form hones your skills. You must meet the requirements of the form,
which means you write and revise until the poem seems it can only be a ballad, or
sonnet, or villanelle. The lines must flow in their meter. The rhymes must surprise and
yet be perfectly apt. Form is an artifice in which you try to craft a poem that seems
completely natural. Try your hand at all of these forms. Expect to be challenged.
Expect to be frustrated, and to be elated when a poem masters the form.
Blank Verse
You may also write poems that use formal elements—meter, rhyme schemes and
stanza forms—but not a poetic form, per se. Instead, the poet writes in quatrains
rhymed abab cdcd and so on. Or in iambic tetrameter. Or in blank verse, which is
unrhymed iambic pentameter. Blank verse isn't a form, but is a style of formal poetry.
Here are the opening lines of William Wordsworth's The Prelude, written in blank
verse:
O there is blessing in this gentle breeze,
A visitant that, while he fans my cheek,
Doth seem half-conscious of the joy he brings
From the green fields, and from yon azure sky.
Whate'er his mission, the soft breeze can come
To none more grateful than to me; escaped
From the vast city, where I long have pined
A discontented Sojourner—Now free,
Free as a bird to settle where I will.
Blank verse was the favored poetic line of the theater during the English Renaissance.
Shakespeare used blank verse extensively in his plays and in his long poems Venus
and Adonis and The Rape of Lucrece. John Milton wrote Paradise Lost in blank verse.
Tennyson, Wordsworth, Keats, Browning and others wrote in blank verse. Its
presence is so strong in the tradition of poetry that it's still widely employed by
contemporary poets.
I write in blank verse because I like its formal nature, and the iambic pentameter
line provides structure. It makes me pay close attention to the words I use and how I
use them, their syntax. Because blank verse provides a strong rhythm, I must decide
where to let the rhythm flow and where to vary it. I find myself sounding out words to
hear the rhythm, as in these lines that begin a poem of mine called "The Idea of
Order":
BeCAUSE / the WOODS / ROSE THICK / and LUSH / in SUM- / mer,
TransFORM- / ing E- / ven SUN- / light to / a DARK
DRIFTing / GREEN, a / PRESence / an AIR- / y BOD- / y,
BeCAUSE / the FIELDS / ALL LAY / unCUL- / tiVAT- / ed,
Littered / with KNIFE- / EDGED GRASS- / es, BROK- / en STONES,
BeCAUSE / ALL a- / BOUT us / the LAND / GREW WILD . . .
Of the thirty feet in these six lines, only nineteen are iambs, a high degree of variation.
(In general, limit substitutions to two per line; otherwise, you lose the predominant
rhythm.) Because these lines describe nature overgrown and wild, I freely vary the
meter to emphasize the wilderness—content and form working together. The first line
establishes the iamb as the predominant rhythm (four iambs bracketing a spondee).
The third and sixth lines, especially, vary the rhythm to reflect the wildness of the
landscape—three substitutions per line, the meter reflecting the subject. But the
rhythm always returns to the iamb. I'm partial to blank verse because it makes me
more conscious of the language and the need to craft it.
Blank verse and the other poetic forms make patterns similar to those of a flower
bed: repetition and variation. The poet is the gardener, planting the words in the best
order, arranging them to provide different colors and shapes, the meters and rhymes of
different flowers, growing the poem to catch the reader's eye.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. List the five most intense physical sensations you've experienced. Consider the causes and effects of
those sensations. Select one and write a draft in ballad form about it; tell the story of the sensation.
2. Write a draft of a sonnet (your choice of sonnet form). Fashion an extended metaphor to run through
the draft.
3. Write a draft in blank verse. At least half the lines must be enjambed lines. Focus on the sounds of the
words you select and emphasize alliteration and assonance. Include the names of three small towns.
4. Imitate Theodore Roethke's villanelle "The Waking." Read it several times. Select one of his two
repeating lines and use it in the same locations. The other repeating line is up to you. Include a
songbird and a bathrobe in the draft.
A crow calls
Where no one has walked.
I turn and face the sound,
What distinguishes this poem from a formal poem is the absence of a predominant
meter. You will notice, however, that it's written in stanzas, the tercet. It makes good
sounds: the alliteration of th in nothing and weather in the first line and of l
in snowflakesand lose in the third line; the assonance of o in roads and frozen in the
fourth line and of e in even and whitened in the fifth line. It makes use of metaphor in
the snowflakes' "spider's touch" and of simile in "Cold as the angel." It even makes
use of end rhyme in the fourth and fifth lines, rows and snow, and a slant rhyme in the
seventh and eighth, calls and walked.
You may also notice that the second line is written in perfect iambic tetrameter: "A
GRASP / that HUSHED / the WORLD / is GONE." The fourth line is written in
iambic pentameter, with a spondee substituted for the iamb in the final foot: "The
ROADS, / the FROZ- / en TROUGHS / beTWEEN / CORN ROWS." The ninth line
is written in perfect iambic trimeter: "I TURN / and FACE / the SOUND." And the
final line is written in perfect iambic pentameter: "A FLAME / that GIVES / no
HEAT / in EI- / ther WORLD." Meter may, and often does, appear in free verse,
sometimes intentionally, sometimes by chance, but the cadences of free verse are not
predominantly metrical. Despite its frequent iambs, "Pale Spring" doesn't create a
predominant metric rhythm. Its lines vary in length from three to twelve syllables. Its
stressed syllables vary from two in a line to seven. Instead of using meter, the poem
paces itself down the page, balancing its phrases in a mixture of long and short lines.
It makes use of the iamb, but it moves with the phrase.
Walt Whitman wrote free verse in the 1850s, and the last fifty years have seen free
verse become the prevalent poetic style. Free verse began as a rebellion against meter.
Beginning in the early years of this century, especially with the poems of William
Carlos Williams, free verse has sought to sound more like natural speech—but not, of
course, exactly like natural speech. Free-verse poems are as much artistic expressions
of the imagination as formal poems are. They still craft language with precision and
music. Robert Frost said that writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net
down. He favored formal poetry, and his poems reflect that, but free verse is more like
racquetball. The ball doesn't pass over a net; it bounces immediately back off the front
wall. Sometimes it ricochets off a side wall, or off the ceiling, or flies all the way to
the back wall. Some shots bounce short off the front wall, and some bounce long.
That's part of the magic and allure of free verse: It creates its own patterns and
rhythms. It's free to follow those patterns and rhythms faithfully or to vary from them
wildly, thus establishing new patterns and rhythms.
All the elements of poetry are available to free verse: imagery, figures of speech,
the devices of sound, rhyme and even meter (as long as meter doesn't provide the
primary rhythm). All the stanza forms are available to free verse: the couplet, tercet,
quatrain and others. A free-verse poem may make use of several different stanza
types, long and short. Or it may make use of sections (with or without titles); see
Mark Drew's poem "My Father as Houdini". Here's a free-verse poem by Kathleen
Halme, another contemporary poet. It uses both short and long stanzas:
WE GROW ACCUSTOMED TO THE DARK
No one
would know of this.
we stepped off
the dock and shot down
the black sash of river
There are some ready differences between Halme's poem and Clarke's, as there are
between most free-verse poems. The lines of "We Grow Accustomed to the Dark" are
generally shorter: The briefest is only two syllables; the longest is ten syllables. "Pale
Spring," while it isn't a metrical poem, is more metrical than "We Grow Accustomed
to the Dark." Halme's poem follows the cadences of everyday speech, its words
arranged much as they would be spoken in conversation, but notice the craft with
which those words are arranged. Despite its greater length, "We Grow Accustomed to
the Dark" consists of only two sentences. The first prepares us to hear a secret. The
long second sentence takes us on a tour, by boat, of a genteel Southern coastal city,
giving us a history of the town, its battleship on display, a "ladyghost," the church
spires, the old slave market and the old wood-hulled boats.
The main difference between these poems is that "Pale Spring" makes more use of
end-stopped lines, while "We Grow Accustomed to the Dark" makes more use of
enjambed lines. One kind of line isn't better, or even preferable, to the other. They're
just different. The end-stopped lines of "Pale Spring" slow the reader down to linger
over the lines. They give the reader pause to consider the sounds and meaning of the
lines. The enjambed lines of "We Grow Accustomed to the Dark" push on, leading the
reader to the next line and to the next, down the page, guided by the repetition of the
word past. Past this, past that, down the river, all the way to the ocean.
In these poems, both poets assume the responsibilities of free verse to achieve
different results. Free verse isn't exactly free. Clarke and Halme set different rules and
goals for their poems. They establish different patterns. Each poem succeeds in its
own way—not by ignoring such aspects of poetry as imagery, sound and metaphor,
but by creating distinct free-verse forms appropriate for their poems. Free verse isn't
complete freedom. It's the opportunity to make your own rules and play by them.
That's what poetry is, after all, playing the language to the best effect.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Select a short paragraph of prose you admire. Rewrite it as free-verse poetry: Write three drafts, each
one with different line breaks. Don't repeat any line breaks. Rewrite the prose in drafts of short lines,
long lines and a mix of short and long lines. If you find a metric rhythm in the prose, rewrite to
emphasize the rhythm.
2. Write a free-verse draft ten lines in length. All lines except the final line must be enjambed lines.
Include at least five of the following words: buzz, careen, dapple, father, maple, muzzle, ravine, steam,
stutter, vamoose.
3. Write a free-verse draft in which all lines are four to eight syllables long. Include your favorite fruit or
vegetable in the draft and describe its taste through a simile.
4. Write a free-verse draft in which all lines are eleven to fifteen syllables long. Include an exotic word,
two similes, a metaphor and at least four internal rhymes.
9
AN ASIDE:
ON WORK, LUCK
& OTHER ACTS OF IMAGINATION
Poems happen one word at a time. There are no shortcuts. The words become lines,
the lines become stanzas, and the stanzas become a poem. A good poem, however, is
greater than the sum of its parts. The words themselves, each alone, come to nothing.
Together, carefully selected, thoughtfully arranged, they engender emotional and
intellectual contexts. Images develop that appeal to the reader's senses. Figures of
speech create levels of meaning, the literal and the metaphoric. Sounds play off each
other in repetitions and echoes. Rhymes chime in, linking important words. The
rhythm rolls (sometimes shudders) through the poem. The form of the poem, whether
a traditional form or the open playing field of free verse, gives it shape. All these
together engender the emotional and intellectual contexts: What happens in the poem
affects the reader's heart and mind. This is what poems do at their best. It rarely
happens quickly or easily.
Some poets think about a poem for days or weeks before they write the first word.
An emotion or idea keeps returning to them. Other poets begin fresh every time, not
knowing where the poem will go, but they, too, write on the emotions and ideas that
take up residence at the edge of their thoughts. There's the subject, a bone we need to
gnaw on, a crooked picture we need to straighten, a garden we need to weed. We may
not even know what the subject is until we begin the poem. Then, in the writing, we
discover it. We can't help writing about what concerns us any more than we can help
thinking about it. If a subject doesn't concern us, it isn't worth writing about. What we
feel and think becomes our poems. Not just one poem, either, but five or ten or
twenty, however many it takes to fully explore the subject.
We have two tasks, then: to discover our concerns and to discover how to express
them as poems. We begin our poems with what keeps returning to us, in whatever
ways. Your journal comes in handy for this. Write memories. One memory leads to
another, and soon you have an autobiography, the most important moments of your
life. Write your dreams, those delightful, irrational, frightening, pleasing
manifestations of your subconscious. You needn't analyze your dreams (though you
certainly may), but at the very least write the images dreams present to you. Dream
images are some of the most vivid and powerful we experience. Write what you see
and hear during your day. Listen to people talk. Watch their gestures and expressions.
Both speak volumes. Notice their clothing and how they walk. Write your own lines,
snippets that may spark the idea of a poem. Write your favorite lines from the poems,
stories and essays you read. When you read through your journal later, you'll see
patterns emerge, because the writing that affects you as a reader also reflects the
concerns that inspire you as a writer.
By all means, read poems. Linger over them. Let them affect you. When you read a
poem you love, study it and note your thoughts in your journal. Why do you love it?
What does it make you feel? What does it make you think? Look at its images, figures
of speech, sounds, rhymes and rhythms. Make note of them, too. A love of writing
poetry involves a love of reading poetry. They go hand in hand. One of the first poems
I wrote in my journal deals with the love of poetry. It's by Emily Dickinson, "I Dwell
in Possibility," (#657):
I dwell in Possibility—
A fairer House than Prose—
More numerous of Windows—
Superior—for Doors—
Of Visitors—the fairest—
For Occupation—This—
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise—
I love the metaphors this poem presents: Poetry is a house we live in, and writing
poems is a way to "gather Paradise." Dickinson is a superb poet to read for metaphors
and for the music of poetry, especially in her slant rhymes. Her poems make me think.
I feel them. Those responses often begin a poem of my own. Her poems lead me to
the words I need to write down.
It's rare that we discover how to express our concerns in the first draft of a poem.
The first draft is like a Sunday drive. You go to see where you arrive. You explore the
territory and see the sights. You arrive somewhere and know immediately that it's the
destination you sought. On a later drive, when you wish to return to that place, then
you take the best route. It may not be the quickest route, but the most enjoyable, most
scenic, most eventful route. It may take many drives to find the best route. The first
draft is that first Sunday drive: You discover where the poem is going. In later drafts
(there may be many; I wrote forty-three drafts of one poem to get it right), you work
on finding the best route. You try a dozen images and keep, perhaps, three or four.
You conceive five, ten or twenty figures of speech and keep two or three. You listen
to the alliteration and assonance of the words you write and bring in others to compare
the echoes and rhymes they make. You set down the rhythm, a good rhythm that
makes the ride steady but not monotonous. Or you let the natural (but well-ordered)
cadences of your words carry you from start to finish. Then in a later draft, you may
find yourself on another Sunday drive, discovering a different destination.
None of this is easy. Nor should it be. A good poem takes time and work. Not every
Sunday drive brings you to a place you'll return to, but part of that drive, a seldom-
traveled road or two, will be worth returning to on another day, on your way
elsewhere. Each first draft is a practice session. You discover something about the
craft of poetry, or several things. You discover a subject, or two or three. No time you
spend writing is aimless time. Each draft teaches you something. Each gives you
something to improve the next time. Like chefs, doctors, baseball players, carpenters
and everyone else who practices a craft by doing it, poets practice their craft by
writing. The more you write, the more Sunday drives you take, the quicker you
discover where you're going, the quicker you discern the best routes. Writing makes
you a better writer.
By writing consistently, with daily dedication, you seek out your subjects and hone
your skills. You deepen your engagement with the language. You discover and
address your concerns. You also allow fortunate mistakes to happen. Just because you
didn't intend some word or phrase doesn't mean it isn't valuable. As Robert Frost said,
"No surprise for the writer, no surprise for the reader." Let your poems go their own
ways. Follow them. Suppose in writing about your first romance, you write the
word sadinstead of glad, or vice versa. Suppose you write homely instead of honey—
oops. Calling Dr. Freud! But slips happen. A word comes out dramatically different
from what we intended. That's okay. Such a slip may be a fortunate mistake, a stroke
of luck. A poem that may have been a ho-hum memory of a first romance takes an
unexpected turn. It leads us down a seldom-traveled road to a place we've never been
before. Freudian slips are interesting because they seem to get at the heart of things.
Sometimes they do. Sometimes they don't. We'll never know if we don't explore the
opportunity. Let luck lead you sometimes. Don't be so intent on saying one thing that
you fail to say something better. Let go of what you want your poem to say and listen
to what it does say.
That's one way of freeing your imagination. Another is to look at your subject from
a different point of view. How would your mother and father remember your first
illness? What would your first love say about that romance? What does a house
builder think of the family that makes the house a home? Imagine other points of
view, other characters. You can develop a persona, a specific character who speaks
the poem. The term persona comes from the Latin word meaning "mask." For the
sake of the poem, you can put on a mask and craft a dramatic monologue, a poem in
which the speaker relates a dramatic moment in his or her life. The ballad "The
Unquiet Grave" is a dramatic monologue. For a fuller taste of persona and dramatic
monologue, read Robert Browning's "My Last Duchess," Robert Frost's "A Servant to
Servants" and T.S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." You can free your
imagination by stepping outside yourself and creating a persona to examine your
subject.
You can also free your imagination by selecting words purely for their sounds and
then working with their denotations and connotations. If the sound is good, make use
of the meaning. You can bring dream images into your poem and treat them as though
they're real. You can select twenty words at random from the dictionary and use each
in a poem. You can write a poem about going to a place you've never been—and
should it be an actual or imagined place? You can imagine an important decision you
made and where you'd now be had you chosen otherwise. You can imitate a poem you
admire. You can practice metaphors, as in a teacup of joy, and make it real: Imagine
joy's aroma and taste. Is it served with crumpets? Is it served in the parlor, the garden,
the dungeon? And who sips this teacup of joy with you? Let your imagination take
your poems where it will. It has its own rhymes and reasons, although it may express
them slyly.
To "tell it slant," we come at truth from a bit off center. Bald truth makes for dull
poems, so we circle round it. We come upon it by chance. We discover it. If that
means we must alter some fact to discover it, then we alter fact for the sake of the
poem. If that means the interstate we drove would better be an oak-shaded country
road, then an oak-shaded country road it is. We write what's best for the poem. Don't
be so intent on truth that you deny your imagination. In the end, we need be true only
to the heart of the matter, the heart of our poems.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Create a persona and write a draft of a dramatic monologue. The persona may be an actual person or an
invented character. At some point in the narrative, whether part of the main action or an incidental
event, have a fender bender occur.
2. Choose ten words at random from the dictionary and write a draft using all ten. Title it "Sympathetic
Music" and include two instances of synaesthesia.
3. Write a draft based on a dream, but don't announce that it's a dream. Treat the dream as though it
actually happened. When in doubt, invent. End the draft with a simile.
10
FROM START
TO FINISH:
THE FIRST DRAFT
It's better to begin a poem in wonder than in certainty. It's better to explore and
discover. Sometimes, though, in a flash of inspiration, you see a poem in its entirety.
Likely it took up residence at the edge of your thoughts, and you've mulled over it
subconsciously. That's a way to explore, too, thinking things over without thinking
them over. But you must still translate the poem in your head into language. Will it
take the shape of a narrative, a meditation, a lyric? Will it consist only of images that
evoke your emotions and ideas in the reader's heart and mind? Who are the characters
that populate the poem? Where does it happen? What figures of speech encapsulate
the emotions and ideas? Form or free verse? You must craft a first line that captures
the reader's attention. You must create the tension that draws the reader through the
body of the poem. And how will it end? Will it snap shut like a door closing tight, will
it end abruptly like a cry suddenly silenced, or will it trail off like a half-spoken
sentence that the reader intuitively knows how to complete? For each poem, you make
numerous decisions, but you must also recognize the sudden impulses and fortunate
mistakes that contribute, despite your best intentions. Now comes the work and play
of writing the poem.
These lines, taken with the title—"Saint Thomas," the doubting apostle—suggested
that the poem explore doubt and belief. I wrote several drafts, trying to discover how
to present these concerns, until I decided a narrative would be the best approach. The
Testaments, after all, are narratives. The tension of Saint Thomas's narration, too,
doubt versus belief, was present in his statement about trusting his senses. Here's how
the poem turned out:
SAINT THOMAS
I believe what I can see and taste
And touch: sunrise, bread, the earth
Firm beneath my feet. When I see
Far ahead Roman spears glinting,
Approaching, I know the road I travel
Is their road; the dust, their dust.
Even from a distance, I hear the rattle
And clank of armor and I know what Rome
And spears can do. In the summer weeds,
Off the road, I stand as they troop by.
When, come to a village, I lift
A cup to my lips, I know the taste
Of clay and of water cool from the well.
As I wash dust from my tongue and face,
I believe in water. When, in the marketplace,
People throng about us, I touch them
And I know something akin to hope
Exists. I hear what they hear and hear
As well the silence between the simple words.
I cannot say what I hear in the silence,
But I hear it, and at night when I lay
Myself down, it follows me into sleep
And I do not dream. There is much
I cannot believe, much that is beyond
My ken, but I have come to know
The silence beyond the reaches of the day.
Come sunrise, I believe in all I can.
This is a persona poem, Saint Thomas expressing his desire to believe, to have faith.
The pleasure of writing a persona poem is getting inside the head of a character,
seeing what he sees, feeling what he feels. The middle of the poem was engendered in
the opening lines, Thomas avowing faith in his senses. The narrative presents
instances highlighting each sense, and each instance contributes to the narrative,
moving it from the wilderness to a village where Thomas experiences a brief moment
of faith and comes to understand that he needs more.
You can think about a poem in several ways: as a house you explore room by room,
as a journey taking you from one place to another, as a secret revealed a bit at a time.
Or it may be a little of each. "Saint Thomas" is such a combination. The senses are
rooms the poem shows us through; we travel literally from one place to another and
metaphorically from doubt toward faith; and Thomas reveals a secret: He wants to
achieve faith.
"Saint Thomas" went through several drafts before it even began to take shape. A
few of its early lines ended up in the poem, but most went into storage. Once the
poem began to take shape, it went through several more drafts, each removing weak
lines, adding stronger lines and giving the whole more clarity and precision. Each of
the images—the Roman troops, the cup of water, the crowded marketplace—took
time to develop. Early images were discarded. New images developed. In the early
drafts, I never knew exactly where the poem was heading, that in the end Thomas
would say, "I believe in all I can." Had I known that as I wrote, the poem wouldn't
have a sense of surprise: Thomas's final statement would have been dogmatic rather
than revelatory. Instead of leading the poem, I let the poem, and its speaker, lead me.
That's generally how the body of a poem comes to be. In the first lines the poet sees
the direction the poem wants to take, then writes too much, then cuts away the excess,
the wrong turns, the weaknesses. Then the poet writes too much again. It's like that
Sunday drive, going just to see where you arrive. Expect to take wrong turns. Expect
both straightaways, where the writing is fast and fevered, and curves, where the
writing slows because the road ahead is uncertain. Expect to backtrack. Then write
more. By writing too much, we give ourselves options. We give ourselves the chance
to select the best lines for the poem. Never be satisfied with a first effort. Write more.
Write until you have exactly the line the poem needs, or until you discover that the
first effort has been the best all along. Give yourself the chance to select lines worthy
of the poem, line by line, from beginning to end.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Select the best and second-best first lines from the previous practice sessions. Use the best as the first
line of a draft and the second best as the second line. Write a draft following the patterns these lines
together suggest.
2. Write a draft based on a fairy tale. Keep the characters the same, but modify the time, setting and
events. For example, you may have Snow White enlisting in the army or Hansel and Gretel at summer
camp. Keep old characters you like and introduce new characters as needed.
3. Write a draft about making or building something: an omelet, a V-8 engine, a shed, a quilt, a pyramid, a
ship in a bottle—anything you like. Focus on the actions. Some assembly required.
4. Read the outlandish headlines of grocery-store tabloids, but don't read the stories. Select a headline and
write a draft telling the story. Invent.
The poem deals with expectations, our best hopes and fondest wishes. Line after line
asks about our expectations, then the final line turns suddenly aside to question the
expectations themselves. The poem leads us one way, then turns sharply, to our
surprise.
As with good openings, good endings often require numerous drafts, each one
trying something different. Does the poem end best on an image? Does it end best on
a metaphor? Does it end best directly or obliquely? Does it end best by circling back
to its beginning or by turning suddenly aside? Then it requires more drafts to phrase it
just right. Write several endings, give yourself options, and select the best ending for
the poem.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Write a draft about a small act, such as starting a lawnmower, baiting a hook, pouring a cup of coffee,
et cetera. Emphasize each step of the physical activity in precise detail. End the draft by casually
mentioning an important moral, political or social concern.
2. Write a draft in the persona of someone famous (actual or fictional) recalling an event from his or her
childhood. Recreate that person's voice, or invent an appropriate voice. End the draft with a prophetic
statement.
3. Write a draft about a personal experience (return to your important decisions from the practice session
in chapter seven). Invent details as needed to create a dramatic monologue. Don't stick to the literal
truth. Precede the ending with a simile describing the decision. End the draft with an understatement.
4. Write a draft in which the final line reiterates an earlier line. Include four internal rhymes, four end
rhymes and a power tool.
Because each draft presents different challenges, each calls for different levels of
revision. You can revise to sharpen the focus, alter structure, refine theme, remove
weak lines, tighten language, improve images and figures of speech, replace an
almost-right word with the exactly right word, any or all of these. Finally, look at the
poem as a whole and see that everything works together, everything contributing to
the whole. Does the opening line draw the reader in? Does the body have the tension
and mystery that surprise and delight? Does the ending make a complete and
satisfying experience? There's no set number of drafts a poem must go through. Some
take dozens, some a few, some only one, and on rare occasion, a poem does emerge
perfect. We'd all prefer the perfect poem every time, but we have a responsibility to
the poem: If it doesn't emerge perfect, revise, revise, revise. Revise until it is
perfect—the perfect poem, the reward.
PRACTICE SESSION
1. Select a draft that interests you. Read it once, aloud, then put it away. Now begin the draft again, from
memory. Don't repeat it exactly; write from your memory of the draft. You'll remember its strongest
elements, while its weakest fade from memory. Work with the elements that stay with you.
2. Select several drafts you're having trouble with. Which parts are most successful? Put the successful
parts of the several drafts together into one draft. Arrange them however you like. Now give the new
draft a completely arbitrary title—something like "Before the End" or "After the End"—to see how it
changes the draft's subject and focus. Revise this draft of several parts into a new unified draft.
3. Revise a free-verse draft into a form, or a formal draft into free verse. Add a dream and an exotic word
to the new draft.
4. Select a rough draft, one you have not yet revised. Rewrite it as prose, with one sentence per line and
blank lines between them. Take scissors and cut each sentence from the others. Place the individual
sentences into a hat and draw them out, one by one, as the first sentence, the second, and so on. Logic
doesn't matter here. Rewrite the newly ordered sentences as lines of poetry, with more enjambed than
end-stopped lines. Now begin a fresh revision.
11
REJECTIONS
& REWARDS
I've been writing poems for more than half my life now. In 1983 I submitted poems to
a magazine for the first time. A couple of months later, the mailman brought me an
envelope containing my poems and a small printed slip thanking me for my
submissions and offering regrets—my first rejection slip. I'd been warned to expect
this, but it ruined my day anyway, and the next day, too. The following years brought
me more rejection slips, some with handwritten notes. Then in the autumn of 1987,
the mailman brought me an envelope with a letter from the editor of a small magazine.
He wanted to publish one of my poems. I was ecstatic. The magazine came out, and
there was my first published poem. Surely, this was the first of hundreds, thousands,
the beginning of a new era. I wrote poems, rewrote and submitted them. The
envelopes returned bearing sad tidings, more rejections. It would be three more years
before another of my poems appeared in a magazine. Rejection, too, is part of the
process. "An editor," William Stafford said, "is a friend who helps keep a writer from
publishing what should not be published." Editors save the poet the embarrassment of
publishing bad poems. While rejection is disappointing, it's a challenge to write better
poems. That's what this odd venture is all about. Publication is recognition, and yes, it
feels good, but it isn't the reward for writing. The reward lies in the small, perfect
shape of a poem, the words you put together to say what only you can say, an artistic
expression of your imagination, written with precision and grace.
If you choose to submit your poems to magazines, you need to abide by the
necessities and courtesies of the writer-editor relationship. Know the magazine you
wish to submit poems to. Check your library and bookstores to discover literary
magazines, and check such sources as Poet's Market to discover magazines you can't
find locally. Subscribe to four or five of these magazines and read them thoroughly
and critically. (If you don't care for a magazine, allow your subscription to lapse and
subscribe to another.) Understand the editors' tastes and preferences. Some editors are
more insightful than others. Make sure your poems are appropriate for a particular
magazine. If your poems aren't appropriate for an editor, it's a waste of time, ink and
postage to submit your poems to that magazine. Make sure you like the poems printed
in that magazine. If you don't appreciate an editor's tastes, don't submit to that
magazine. You certainly don't want your poem appearing next to poems you dislike.
Once you discover appropriate magazines, look for their addresses and submission
guidelines, printed in their first few pages. Proofread your poems with care. Ensure
they're proper and correct, free of errors. Send only clean copies, three or four poems
at a time. If a poem is smudged or creased so seriously that it's ready to split in two,
make fresh copies. Editors appreciate clean manuscripts; they make for a more
pleasurable reading experience. Most editors enjoy a cover letter preceding the poems.
A simple hellowill do: Hello, please consider these poems, thank you. If you wish,
you may briefly introduce yourself. You may compliment a poem or two in a recent
issue (but don't overdo it; editors recognize insincerity). Always address the cover
letter to a specific editor, by name. This is a social grace, and it shows that you're
familiar with the magazine. Editors appreciate that. With every submission, include a
self-addressed, stamped envelope (a SASE) for the editor's response to your poems.
Magazines work on tight budgets; they can't afford to respond if you don't send a
SASE. You won't hear back, and your poems will hang in limbo. Finally, wait
patiently for the editor's response. Magazines receive thousands of poems each year,
and sometimes editors get behind. Wait patiently because they have plenty of reading
and only so many hours in a day. If you don't hear back within three or four months
(check the magazine's guidelines for its response time), write a letter asking if your
poems arrived, and if they did, whether they are still under consideration. Send a
SASE with a letter of inquiry, too.
When you submit, be prepared to receive a rejection slip. It isn't personal. It isn't a
comment on your poems. Editors receive more poems than they can possibly publish.
The load is staggering. At The Gettysburg Review, we received eight-thousand-plus
poems a year. We couldn't even publish all the poems we liked because we had only
so many pages to work with. We could accept roughly eighty or so poems a year for
publication. We returned many good poems, with our regrets, to their authors. When
we had time while reading our eight-thousand-plus poems, we wrote a personal note.
Sometimes we offered to read more of a poet's work. When you receive such a note,
don't immediately submit just any batch of poems. Many poets make that mistake.
Instead, go through your poems, read them with a discerning eye, and send better
poems than those just returned to you. If you don't have better poems ready to submit,
wait. Write more poems, better poems. Keep the editor's note—and name—so you can
send the better poems when they're ready. Take up such an offer only when you can
send better poems. Don't deluge an editor with mediocre poems; you want to establish
a professional relationship. You want the editor to take an interest in your work. If
you send lesser poems, that interest quickly ebbs. Be discerning, make good
judgments, develop professional relationships, and you'll see your poems into print.
Keep in mind, though, what Denise Levertov said, "The poet does not use poetry,
but is at the service of poetry." We cannot finally know the value of our own poems.
We cannot even gauge accurately who the best poets of our time are. Future
generations will make that judgment. Then generations after them will judge again.
William Stafford offered this bit of advice: "What one has written is not to be
defended or valued, but abandoned: Others must decide significance and value." What
we have is the work and pleasure of writing and, finally, the responsibility. Our
responsibility is simple: to write the best poems we can. We write because we have to,
the urge to create pushing us on. We make art of what we do.
GLOSSARY
All terms appearing in bold type in the text and index of this book are defined in this
glossary.
abstract term: a word representing an idea or quality that is conceptual rather than
tactile; pride, honor, love and beauty are abstract terms. Contrast with concrete term.
alliteration: the repetition of identical consonant sounds: "She scarce could see the sun" (from "The
Blessed Damozel" by Dante Gabriel Rossetti).
anapest: a metrical foot consisting of three syllables—two unstressed syllables followed by a stressed
syllable (ta-ta-DUM).
apocopated rhyme: a type of slant rhyme in which true rhyme sounds fall on a stressed and then an
unstressed syllable: bow (BOW) and fallow (FALlow).
assonance: the repetition of identical vowel sounds: "But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard" (from
"Idylls of the King" by Alfred, Lord Tennyson).
ballad: a poetic form, originally sung; the ballad stanza is written in alternating lines of iambic
tetrameter (first and third lines) and iambic trimeter (second and fourth lines). The second and fourth
lines rhyme. The ballad is primarily a narrative form.
blank verse: unrhymed iambic pentameter.
cacophony: a combination of harsh sounds that grate on the ear. Contrast with euphony.
cinquain: a five-line stanza.
concrete term: a word describing a quality that appeals to one or more of the
senses: cold, hot, soft, hard, bland and spicy are concrete adjectives; book, table and car are concrete
nouns. Contrast with abstract term.
connotation: the emotional and intellectual suggestions a word carries in addition to its denotation.
consonance: the repetition of similar consonant sounds in words with dissimilar vowel sounds: beard and
board.
couplet: a stanza of two lines. Originally, couplets were rhymed and their grammatical structure and idea
complete within the two lines.
dactyl: a metrical foot consisting of three syllables—a stressed syllable followed by two unstressed
syllables (DUM-ta-ta).
denotation: the dictionary definition of a word. Also see connotation.
dimeter: a line of poetry consisting of two feet. See meter.
dramatic monologue: a poem in which the speaker, often a persona, relates a dramatic moment in his or
her life. The dramatic monologue is primarily narrative.
end rhyme: rhyme occurring at the end of two or more lines.
end-stopped line: a line of poetry in which both the grammatical structure and the sense are complete.
"Come live with me and be my love" (from "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love" by Christopher
Marlowe) is an end-stopped line, complete in both its grammatical structure and sense. Contrast
with enjambed line.
enjambed line: a line of poetry in which the grammatical structure and the sense are not complete but
continued in the following line. "Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard" is an enjambed line; the
following line is "Are sweeter; therefore, ye soft pipes, play on" (from "Ode on a Grecian Urn" by John
Keats). Contrast with end-stopped line.
euphony: a combination of sounds that please the ear. Contrast with cacophony.
extended metaphor: a sequence of metaphors, based on a single association, that runs throughout a
poem. Such a metaphor is highly developed and consistent in its application of associations.
feminine rhyme: rhyme occurring in words of two or more syllables in which the concluding syllables
are unstressed: reason (REASon) and season (SEASon). Also see masculine rhyme.
figure of speech: a type of rhetoric used to achieve special effects.
See metaphor, metonymy, overstatement, paradox, simile, synaesthesia, synecdoche and understateme
nt.
foot: a unit of meter consisting of a set number of stressed and/or unstressed syllables. See meter.
form: a pattern of meter, line length, poem length and rhyme scheme. Some common forms are
the ballad, sonnet and villanelle.
free verse: non-metrical poetry. Rather than using meter, free verse makes use of natural cadences for its
rhythm. Meter may be used in free verse, but the rhythms of free verse are not predominantly metrical.
general term: a word signifying a broad class of persons, things or actions. Contrast with specific term.
hexameter: a line of poetry consisting of six feet. See meter.
iamb: a metrical foot consisting of two syllables—an unstressed syllable followed by a stressed syllable
(ta-DUM). The iamb is the most common metrical foot in English poetry.
imagery: a word or phrase that presents sensory detail for the reader to experience. Images appeal to one
or more of the five senses: sight, smell, touch, hearing and taste.
internal rhyme: rhyme occurring in the middle of one or more lines.
line break: the end of a line of poetry. See end-stopped line and enjambed line.
masculine rhyme: rhyme occurring in single-syllable words, as in can and pan, or in the stressed,
concluding syllables of words, as in align (aLIGN) and refine (reFINE). Also see feminine rhyme.
metaphor: a figure of speech that implicitly equates one thing with another, with the first thing assuming
the characteristics of the second. "Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines" (from Sonnet 18 by
William Shakespeare) contains a metaphor equating the sun with "the eye of heaven."
meter: the recurrence of a rhythmic pattern in which stressed and unstressed syllables are repeated. The
basic rhythmic unit is the foot. The common feet are
the iamb, trochee, spondee, pyrrhic, anapest and dactyl. The common metric lines are dimeter (two
feet), trimeter(three feet), tetrameter (four feet), pentameter (five feet) and hexameter (six feet).
metonymy: a figure of speech in which the name of one thing is substituted for that of another.
Metonymy occurs when "the White House" is used to refer to the President and "the crown" to refer to
a king or queen.
mixed metaphor: a metaphor in which the elements are incongruous, as in "He boiled with joy and she
bubbled with anger." The incongruity here is that the verbs and their respective emotions don't
coincide: Metaphorically, joy bubbles and anger boils.
octave: the first eight lines of an Italian sonnet. The octave develops the situation of the poem, which is
then resolved in the sestet.
onomatopoeia: the use of words that imitate sounds and suggest their meaning, such as buzz, crack, hiss,
murmur, sizzle, snap and whirr.
overstatement: a figure of speech in which exaggeration is used for emphasis or humor. Contrast
with understatement.
paradox: a figure of speech in which a statement seems contradictory, but is nonetheless true. When
Juliet, in Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet, bids goodnight to Romeo by saying, "Parting is such
sweet sorrow," she employs paradox. Their parting is sorrowful, but it's also sweet because they look
forward to their next meeting.
pentameter: a line of poetry consisting of five feet. See meter.
persona: the term persona, from the Latin, means "mask." A persona is a character created to speak a
first-person poem; it is an I who can be distinguished from the author. Also see dramatic monologue.
pyrrhic: a metrical foot consisting of two syllables, both unstressed (ta-ta).
quatrain: a stanza of four lines. Quatrains may be unrhymed or they may accommodate a number
of rhyme schemes, the most common of which are abab, aabb and abba.
repetition: a rhetorical device that repeats a word or phrase or reiterates an idea.
rhyme: the repetition of identical vowel and consonant sounds, such as alone, bone and cone (true
rhyme). Rhyme may also be the repetition of similar but not identical vowel and consonant sounds, as
in bent and pant (slant rhyme). Also see apocopated rhyme, end rhyme,internal rhyme, masculine
rhyme and feminine rhyme.
rhyme scheme: a consistent pattern of rhyme in a stanza or poem, as in the English sonnet, which
rhymes ababcdcdefefgg.
septet: a stanza of seven lines.
sestet: the final six lines of an Italian sonnet. The sestet provides a resolution to the situation developed in
the octave.
simile: a figure of speech that explicitly compares one thing to another through the words like or as.
"O my Luve's like a red, red rose" (from "A Red, Red Rose" by Robert Burns) is a simile comparing
the speaker's "Luve" to a rose.
slant rhyme: an imperfect rhyme in which alliteration, assonance: or consonance are substituted for true
rhyme. Examples of slant rhyme are love and give (slant rhyme using alliteration), lake and fate (slant
rhyme using assonance) and speak and spook (slant rhyme using consonance).
sonnet: a poetic form consisting of fourteen iambic pentameter lines and following one of several rhyme
schemes. The Italian sonnet rhymes abbaabbacdecde (or cdccdc, cdcdcd). The English sonnet rhymes
ababcdcdefefgg. The Spenserian sonnet rhymes ababbcbccdcdee.
speaker: the voice (or character) that "speaks" the poem. Also see persona. The speaker is not necessarily
the poet.
specific term: a word referring to an individual type of a larger group: maple and oak are specific
terms; tree is a general term. Contrast with general term.
spondee: a metrical foot consisting of two syllables, both strongly stressed (DUM-DUM).
stanza: a group of lines set apart from other groups of lines by blank lines. Stanzas are often determined
by length, metrical structure and rhyme scheme. In some poems, the stanza is dictated by units of
thought rather than formal concerns. Common stanzas are the couplet,tercet and quatrain.
synaesthesia: a figure of speech in which something perceived by one sense is described in the terms of
another sense. Synaesthesia occurs in the image "the creaking empty light" (from "Aubade" by Edith
Sitwell). While light is perceived through the sense of sight, here it's described in terms of hearing.
synecdoche: a figure of speech in which a part represents the whole or the whole represents a part.
Synecdoche occurs when "wheels" is used to refer to a car (a part representing the whole) and when
"the law" is used to refer to a police officer (the whole representing a part).
tercet: a stanza of three lines. Originally, the lines of a tercet stanza ended with the same rhyme. Also see
terza rima.
terza rima: a tercet that interlocks the rhyme from one stanza to the next: aba bcb cdc, and so on.
tetrameter: a line of poetry consisting of four feet. See meter.
tone: similar to tone of voice, tone reveals the poet's attitudes toward the poem's subject. Tone may be
playful, ironic, wry, somber, highfalutin, intimate, slangy, formal, suave or any of numerous other
attitudes.
trimeter: a line of poetry consisting of three feet. See meter.
trochee: a metrical foot consisting of two syllables—a stressed syllable followed by an unstressed
syllable (DUM-ta).
true rhyme: the repetition of identical vowel and consonant sounds. In words of multiple syllables, the
rhyme appears in the stressed syllables, as in avow (aVOW) and allow (alLOW). See rhyme.
understatement: a figure of speech in which something is presented as less than it actually is.
Understatement creates emphasis through the reader's recognition of the difference between what is
said and what is. Contrast with overstatement.
villanelle: a complex poetic form of nineteen lines, generally iambic pentameter. It consists of five tercets
and a quatrain, rhymed aba aba aba aba aba abaa. In addition to its rhyme scheme, the villanelle
makes use of an intricate pattern of repetition: The first line is repeated as the six, twelfth and
eighteenth lines; the third line is repeated as the ninth, fifteenth and nineteenth lines.